One of my tunes

Mul tuli praegu lambist mingi jõhker tuju luuletusi lugeda. Ja kirjutada muidugi ka aga, kuna ma seda teha ei oska, siis ma siin parem seda asja ei prooviks. Te ei pea lugema, kui te ei taha eks.
Aga las Alender möllab, küll mitte luuletuste vaid laulusõnadega aga mis sel vahet on :

Üks mõte toob teisele mõttele ainet
ja mõeldes sa veelgi värdjamaks jääd,
kõrv eristab eetrist vaid lõputut lainet,
kui külmast kapist tood jahedat jääd


Või siis näiteks Pink Floyd:

One Of My Tunes

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?