cheesetray
2024-05-01 20:53:30 UTC
Time Passes Slowly
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Time passes slowly
When you’re trapped
..In a bed! You start to go
Out of your mind
Out of your head…
It’s really so true, you can go
..Quite insane!
It’s like a hot pressure cooker
A pot for your brain.
Please don’t stand too close
I’m bound to explode.
It won’t be that pretty
When I blast out my load.
Brains on the carpet
Brains on the floor
Brains on the wall
Brains out the door…
I swear I ain’t kidding
I can’t take this no more!
Lord, send me an angel
Send me some rest.
It is now like a prison
What was once my love-nest
Hour after hour
Day after day...
It’s like I’m trapped in a chain
I can’t get up to play
I feel like I’m dying of boredom
My life is so dour
My good mood is turning
My disposition is sour
Could I possibly, oh possibly
Sink any lower?
It’s true, I worry, so much
About this; always lying in bed
And making it depressed
I just turned over the mattress,
This is the last thing I need
Trust me, it ain’t no easy feat
It’s no simple deed
It was a job for two
I hired a handyman
Now I’m afraid I am sinking
As if drowning in sand
I’m trapped here day and night
I dare not even move. But I’m
ruining my mattress, creating
New Grooves…
I’ve already switched
From one side to the other
Help, I can’t live alone
I need a competent lover
For this and for that
And everything, too.
Trust me, it’s hard,
my needs, they aren’t
few. But for some
It would be easy, like the flick
Of a wrist. Oh what’s
A sweetheart like me
Doing in a dump like this?
Well, I know this ain’t so attractive
But it’s a plea from the heart...
Is there anyone out there
Who wants to make a new start?
Calling Bob Dylan
I’m calling your name
You’re the only one who matters
I’m telling you plain
I’ve been waiting for you
For twenty-two years
Enough already, enough
Enough with the tears
Just get your ass back here
And make my your wife.
I’m fed up with your promises
I want to get on with my life.
.
.
Thank you.
.
.
Hypnotist Collector
6.6.2016
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.
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faithfully yours,
-cheese
.
.
Time passes slowly
When you’re trapped
..In a bed! You start to go
Out of your mind
Out of your head…
It’s really so true, you can go
..Quite insane!
It’s like a hot pressure cooker
A pot for your brain.
Please don’t stand too close
I’m bound to explode.
It won’t be that pretty
When I blast out my load.
Brains on the carpet
Brains on the floor
Brains on the wall
Brains out the door…
I swear I ain’t kidding
I can’t take this no more!
Lord, send me an angel
Send me some rest.
It is now like a prison
What was once my love-nest
Hour after hour
Day after day...
It’s like I’m trapped in a chain
I can’t get up to play
I feel like I’m dying of boredom
My life is so dour
My good mood is turning
My disposition is sour
Could I possibly, oh possibly
Sink any lower?
It’s true, I worry, so much
About this; always lying in bed
And making it depressed
I just turned over the mattress,
This is the last thing I need
Trust me, it ain’t no easy feat
It’s no simple deed
It was a job for two
I hired a handyman
Now I’m afraid I am sinking
As if drowning in sand
I’m trapped here day and night
I dare not even move. But I’m
ruining my mattress, creating
New Grooves…
I’ve already switched
From one side to the other
Help, I can’t live alone
I need a competent lover
For this and for that
And everything, too.
Trust me, it’s hard,
my needs, they aren’t
few. But for some
It would be easy, like the flick
Of a wrist. Oh what’s
A sweetheart like me
Doing in a dump like this?
Well, I know this ain’t so attractive
But it’s a plea from the heart...
Is there anyone out there
Who wants to make a new start?
Calling Bob Dylan
I’m calling your name
You’re the only one who matters
I’m telling you plain
I’ve been waiting for you
For twenty-two years
Enough already, enough
Enough with the tears
Just get your ass back here
And make my your wife.
I’m fed up with your promises
I want to get on with my life.
.
.
Thank you.
.
.
Hypnotist Collector
6.6.2016
.
.
.
faithfully yours,
-cheese