søndags poesi 26-02-12

Det er min idé, at jeg hver søndag vil levere et lille stykke poesi - et digt, en sang eller tekst af anden art.

Teksterne må meget gerne citeres, hvis du synes om dem. (:

Denne uges sang hedder "Without Consequences" som handler om et ødelagt venskab, som der skal rettes op på.

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sangen kommer her:

Rawr!

Where have you gone?
From crown to ground
You let me fall down to the, the fucking ground!
You think you can do what you please
But inside you know what you just can’t tease
Without consequences!

Chorus:
Now let us believe
That we can always be
Forever, together again
Forever… Together… AGAIN!

I believe in faith
I believe you’re my mate.
But you have gone too far, far from destiny!
But, you know, that’s just a pity
You had the chance to make this friendship stand
Without consequences!

Chorus

You’ve spilt your chance
To make the both of us stand
You’ve had your chance to make, to make us all stand!
You’ve Burn it, trashed and crashed it
Left is the ashes of a friendship that could have had its chance
Without consequences!

Chorus

So where have we gone?
From crown to ground
Left are ashes waiting to be, to be blown away!
The pieces of our friendship lies on the floor
For you to catch and reassemble

Without consequences!

Whoa!

Chorus x2

OOHH!