On the first part of the journey
I was looking at the power point presentation
There were no plants or birds, only rocks and things
There was sand and hills and all what the boringness brings
The first thing I got was a sigh with a buzz
Under the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry (- the boringness acute high)
But the air was full of my mourning sound
I’ve been through the desert – I’m a horse with a broom
It felt boring to be oh so doomed
In the desert you can remember your gloom
‘Cause there ain’t no one to give you an elsewhere to zoom
La la la la la la…
July 31, 2015
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at the power point presentation
There were no plants or birds, only rocks and things
There was sand and hills and all what the boringness brings
The first thing I got was a sigh with a buzz
Under the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry (- the boringness acute high)
But the air was full of my mourning sound
I’ve been through the desert – I’m a horse with a broom
It felt boring to be oh so doomed
In the desert you can remember your gloom
‘Cause there ain’t no one to give you an elsewhere to zoom
La la la la la la…