Well there you go.
Janet brought me in a cup of tea at 10:32pm. she asked how I felt (Velcade treatment day) and I said 'Tickety Boo'. She smiled, wanly… so I decided to write a wan song.
It is now 10 54pm. I finished the lyric, I have read it to Janet ( she loves it) and posted it here. Never mind the quality, feel the speed.
Dai.
[b]Feathers Of Angel
1.[/b]
I suppose I?ve been torn, on which way to go
I?ve been making it easy and taking it slow
And you have the right to think
I've all the time in the world
But that?s not how it is, as a matter of fact
I?ve reached a conclusion and I?ve made a pact
As the sand in my glass slips to nothing
And I gather to fall? it?s my call?
[b]Chorus:[/b]
I?m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels
I?m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day
I?m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings
Find myself a hill? run, stretch and then fly away
[b]2.[/b]
I?ll scribble on papers, I?ll make all the signs
I?ll gather my patterns and kiss my designs
I?ll cross all my tees and dot i?s
I?ll see that I do
All that is important, I know it for sure
I?ll bottle my love and I?ll leave it in store
I hope I can say I managed it
Ticketyboo? toodle oo?
[b]Chorus:[/b]
I?m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels
I?m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day
I?m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings
Find myself a hill? run, stretch and then fly away
[b]Bridge:[/b]
Yes love, I know that you don?t find this sort of thing funny
Yes love, I know that reality always cuts in
Demanding a dance with the devil.. where I quietly want to cross over
But love, where I?m going the devil just cannot cut in
[b]Tag:[/b]
? Cos? that how it is, as a matter of fact
I?ve reached a conclusion and I?ve made a pact
As the sand in my glass slips to nothing
And I gather to fall? it?s my call?
[b]Chorus:[/b]
I?m going to drift away, waving at shadows of Angels
I?m going to bippetty bop, to the end of each day
I?m going to shimmy and shape myself feathers of Angel wings
Find myself a hill? run, stretch and then fly away
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