Let’s listen to the voices;
Their differences.
While listening,
The finch adds his own,
And the wolf does the same.
But let’s understand each other.
What I’m trying to say,
Is not opinion over likes.
'Tis not a difficult task indeed,
Nor a happy one;
Almost like the drunkard that dies,
Drowning in his beer glass.
I came from afar,
Where men don’t sleep,
And sweetness is overpowered
By the bitterness of the country.
But a guitar bridge,
Is what brought me here.
That is why it would not surprise me
If I found around these parts,
Hendrix’s Guitar,
Or King David’s Harp.
Their differences.
While listening,
The finch adds his own,
And the wolf does the same.
But let’s understand each other.
What I’m trying to say,
Is not opinion over likes.
'Tis not a difficult task indeed,
Nor a happy one;
Almost like the drunkard that dies,
Drowning in his beer glass.
I came from afar,
Where men don’t sleep,
And sweetness is overpowered
By the bitterness of the country.
But a guitar bridge,
Is what brought me here.
That is why it would not surprise me
If I found around these parts,
Hendrix’s Guitar,
Or King David’s Harp.
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