Sely Friday
More Here and There Songs
(I had a poem...)
Use-Less-Ness
The Eighthday - Another Day
...days
(Well thank God its...)
This will be your eulogy
I had a poem for you in my mind...for you
Yet it did not ryhme...or have a tune
The words had no heart nor beat
No spumf, no glitter, nor sunshine nor beat
But sometimes words can combine and combust
So that the letters explode and turn to dust
And the dust disappears before our eyes
The letters are concealed, the letters are disguised
In the invisible they all regroup
Swirling around like alfagetti soup
Reforming into words never spoken or read
Poetic license gives life to everything said
Well I had a poem in my mind, for my very best friend
I guess these simple words all worked out in the end
(June 10th '97)
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Use-less-ness
It somehow seems useless
to sit here thinking that,
That I will somehow accomplish
something by sitting here
It somehow seems so useless
So why do I sit here at all
but to make an impression upon,
Upon myself that I can accomplish
something by sitting here
It somehow seems so useless
And yet I still try reason
with reality to obtain an answer,
An answer to why I am "being"
something by sitting here
It somehow seems so useless
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The Eighthday -Anotherday
The eighthday
What would you do on the eighthday?
Think maybe of the seven days prior?
What would the new day be called?
Anotherday?
When would Anotherday come?
After any other day?
"Welcome people, Anotherday!
The day that beats all the others
Nobody needs Monday
Tuesdays, no more
Wednesday in the middle of the week, bye-bye
Thursday is almost Friday, it's gotta go
Friday, we'll come back to Friday alittle bit latter
Saturday and Sunday cost the peoples to much
Therefore no more weekend
Friday is Okay
Let's have a two day week now
Friday and Anotherday
What do you say?"
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...days
Somedays, somedays
I wonder..why the trees don't seem green anymore
Just yesterday that was, no more in the fall
It is fall. Where oh where did the summer go now?
Mondays, mondays
I am reluctant to leave my pillow, my courage vanished
The nighttime dreams have been taken care of
The feeling has gone. Mother nature nurture me Nature me
Fridays, fridays
Are wonderfull I know, yet lately they've turned strangers
Moved their feeling to a hidden day, the eighthday of the week
A day which only comes round like a full moon...rythmic like
Oneday, oneday
Maybe the day will come, as the days come and the days they go
Bring a little bit of life back to the lost one
One day we all wait, sometimes the day, maybe will never...come home
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Well thank God it's Friday again
Fridays are the end
the beginings
depending upon your view
Fridays are always free
but somehow always full
Fridays symbolize freedom
to all those who know
They devour the weekend
to spit them out on Mondays
Fridays can be freaky
when they creep up sudden
They are shocking to those
not so quite ready
Fridays have feeling
A feeling of Friday
is a feeling that doesn't come
on anyother day
A Friday feeling is fantastic, fullfilling
A giddy sense of funny
Thank God it's Friday again!
(July 96 -Vondelpark grass)
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This will be your eulogy
Little L.W. (spoken El-Fay)
I've sung a song bout Little L.W. once before
He passed away and is no longer with us anymore
So this will be your eulogy
We hope that you'll be happy
Up in the skies
Or where ever little rodents go
When their souls fly away and their bodies decompose
This will be your eulogy
He was a cute little creature everybody seemed to love
We'd stare down at him from up above
And he'd run round in his cage
Turn his wheel in a spinning rage
Or bite the tops of our fingers off
Or maybe he would hide
In the corner where he slept and died
From our eager eyes
Oh Little L.W.
He lived with Froggy three months to the day
She called him Sesam, we all called him Little L.W.
And at night when he made to much noise
Froggy'd confiscate all his toys
So he'd quiet down
And when the night turned to day
She give them all back and he could play
Oh Little L.W.
You had to great adventures in your short little life
First was when you moved to Froggies on the back of Turtle's bike
The second was when you escaped
Somehow got loose from your cage
Oh Froggy was so upset
In the kitchen she did find you
Ran around behind you
Trying to pick you up
Oh Little L.W.
I've sung a song about Little L.W. once before
But sadly he passed away and is no longer with us anymore
So this will be your eulogy
We hope that you'll be happy
Up in the skies
Or where ever little rodents go
When their souls fly away and their bodies decompose
This will be your eulogy
Oh Little L.W.
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