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I am designing an up-to-date flat
I am resigning myself to a home tour
I am singing the pandemic's blues
I am feeling the urge to be sensible
I am trying to be analytical
I am rolling with these warlike changes
I am climbing my own simple words
I am crossing the spirit of armageddon
I am checking eschatology
I am drifting through the current landmark
I am writing this chorusless song
I am versifying these lonely *I ams*
I am honeymooning in Playboy magazine
I am daydreaming about laptops and TVs
I am cultivating a forced empathy
I am assembling this new reality
I am tightroping across the unseen enemy
I am cheering from my balcony
... ...
(Songlyrics / letras para una canciòn)
Written: July - 08 - 2020
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To be frank, I did not try to be creative...
To be honest, there was neither outer inspiration nor inner inspiration...
I did not feel motivated to do anything but just write these songlyrics.
______This *slight speeding up* song has no *chorus* (no hook, no bridge),...
its verses crawl and crawl ... miles of global places.
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IMAGE: Balcony with a statue of a boy on its balustrade, in Antwerp (Belgium)
I am designing an up-to-date flat
I am resigning myself to a home tour
I am singing the pandemic's blues
I am feeling the urge to be sensible
I am trying to be analytical
I am rolling with these warlike changes
I am climbing my own simple words
I am crossing the spirit of armageddon
I am checking eschatology
I am drifting through the current landmark
I am writing this chorusless song
I am versifying these lonely *I ams*
I am honeymooning in Playboy magazine
I am daydreaming about laptops and TVs
I am cultivating a forced empathy
I am assembling this new reality
I am tightroping across the unseen enemy
I am cheering from my balcony
... ...
(Songlyrics / letras para una canciòn)
Written: July - 08 - 2020
_____________________________________________________
To be frank, I did not try to be creative...
To be honest, there was neither outer inspiration nor inner inspiration...
I did not feel motivated to do anything but just write these songlyrics.
______This *slight speeding up* song has no *chorus* (no hook, no bridge),...
its verses crawl and crawl ... miles of global places.
______________________________________________________
IMAGE: Balcony with a statue of a boy on its balustrade, in Antwerp (Belgium)
