I Fell Falling Over

I Fell Falling Over


I fell falling over
Tripped on my own two feet
Quite a feat
Just me and them
Trying to make ends meet
Head and end of legs
In a complicated
Balancing act
Of life on an escalator
Negociating
Turnstyle terror
Hedonistic horror
Teetering toothpicks
Lift us up and down
We're pricks
Attach me to the ground
Just me and my feet
In a complicated
Merry-go-round
I meekly mount your tricks
I'm an error spinning
Day to day
Procrastinate
Poor wee pet lamb
A-bleeting
Rush me off me feet
No room for seating
On this carousel, son
I'm the lonely one
And life is what?
Dunno mate
I'm just cheating


© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free
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Self-Effacement... At Last !

© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free / Mystic Rhythms
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Milking Time

Them pesky cows are still grazing all over Paris - you must have seen them - can't miss them really - they're everywhere.

This one chewing over the much more sturdily concrete-mounted, iron steed rather enviously.

It's a resin and fibreglass cow's life, sweetheart, and it ain't no dewey meadow out there - you'd better get used to it.

Still, you can count your blessings that at least you haven't got what looks like about ten industrial strength garden tools shoved up your backside masquerading as a tail like the horse-man-thang has.

Thank heaven for small mercies...


© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free
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Théma

Théma

T’es ma 6 6 6
T’es mon âme sœur sûre
T’es mon péché doux
T’es mon seul secours

Ma petite souris
T’es mon Spanish Kiss
T’es ma tête perdue
T’es ma 6 6 6


© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free
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Gypsy Quick

Gypsy Quick

My mamma said
You never should
Walk with the weirdo in the wood
And my mamma said
Life’s so sick
Better get abreast of it
Mighty quick

And the children went out hand in hand
Hand in hand
Hand in hand
The children went out hand in hand
And the pervert sat there laughing…

My mamma said
You never should
Deal in drugs in the neighbourhood
And my mamma said
Life’s so fine
Better get a button on it
Babe o; mine

And the children went out hand in hand
Hand in hand
Hand in hand
The children went out hand in hand
And the pervert sat there laughing…

My mamma said
You never should
Fuck your first fancy though you could
And my mamma said
Life’s a bitch
Bet your bottom dollar, hollar
Bust or rich

And the children went out hand in hand
Hand in hand
Hand in hand
The children went out hand in hand
And the pervert sat there laughing…


© Sab Will / Mystic Rhythms 2006
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My 666

My 666 was lived quietly

My 666 was lived alone

Just me and a pen

A tower, again

A friend and a longing

A part, unknown











My 666 was lived quietly

My 666 was lived alone

Just me and a pen

A tower, again

A friend and a longing

A part, unknown











My 666 was lived quietly

My 666 was lived alone

Just me and a pen

A tower, again

A friend and a longing

A part, unknown







© 2006 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free
http://www.parissetmefree.com
http://www.mysticrhythms.com