lundi, février 02, 2009

No nonsensical nonsense sense

An apple on a field and a frog sings its praise
Two cups, three cups, filled up to the brim
Wine for one, or wine for two
Let’s drink up until we’re drunk
And we don’t remember
When was the last time we floated?
Two for one, one for two…
Let’s get a hang over
Feeling our heads burst into the sunlight
We’ll sleep all through the day
And then walk 44 miles to the sea
We’ll build a sand castle
And watch it get washed away
Seedlings sprout
A fountain flows
I smile and then turn a blind eye
Skirting flirting parting with the sunset
Let’s drink up until we’re drunk