MEOW MEOW PIANO PIANO PIANO!
March 25th 2007 15:28
piano piano piano piano Piano. Piano, piano, piano. A whooz past the head, baffled ducks and kids who spark, quacks and eyes that bark. Piano, piano, piano.
Stop asking questions, Theodore, because, when your questions end, so will your life! You must live it fearlessly, that way, you’ll know much more, there will be no regrets, oh, how shameful are the regrets! Piano, piano, piano.
There was this girl I liked. Her name was Meow Meow. She liked to walk along the bricks and once in a while she didn’t have a shadow, well, there WAS a shadow but it wasn’t hers, nothing was hers, but she was everyone’s. Meow Meow could paint with her heart. She could sing with her ears. She could embrace with her smile and you know what she told me? You know, you know what she told me? Piano, piano, piano.
I COULD kiss you. I COULD draw your eyes with eyeliner and a dotty dot, hoop your ears with hoop earrings, lounge around and lounge around, swim and grind. But the problem is, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the letter M! M and L don’t get along you see. What if we put them in the same room? What will become of us? They are both right. M and L will always be right even though they believe c o m p l e t e l y different things. How can we get by when we’re always right? How can we not get trampled on if we’re always wrong? Piano, piano, piano, piano!
Oh! How I long to place my hand on your thigh. Oh! How I long to connect my lips with yours. I simply can’t wait for you to love me a little bit less than I love you! I can’t wait to WATCH you while you know I’m watching you, to watch you smile with my eyes upon you, to watch you giggle as I chuck you WAY over the moon and … splat! You’re a live! Oh! How you’re alive! How ORGASMIC you’re alive! MULTIPLE orgasmic! Piano, piano, piano!
I went to an antique store with my MP3 collection. The antiques and my iPod didn’t get along! So I had to buy things on my own! Buying things on your own: peril or treasure, or perilous treasure? Woman or Man – who will you choose? Who has chosen you? Who has praised you and made you ridiculous?
Piano, piano, piano!
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It can mean anything. I want readers to interpret this their own way. What do you think it's about? .
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Thanks for dropping by. Life can be as great as it is irritating sometimes, don't you think?
I listened to a lot of Jeff Buckley when writing this. Maybe it influenced me a little.
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Have a great day ahead...
Comment by Lilla
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I don't know why but this bought back memories for me ... I loved yur words - as always - but particularly the poetic lilt to this piece... it's like I could hear the piona playing in your mind as you wrote the words...
Do you play piano?
Of course, I didn't understand all of it, and can only talk from emotional impressions it gave to me as I 'listened' ... like well composed music... particularly,
I love her energy.
Be not afraid. They say, faint heart never won faitr lady... or something like that... anyway, again the music in the words...
...lovely piece Maestro, well composed...
Lilla ...
Comment by Always Eighteen
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I used to play the piano, but only reached level 2.
But I listen to music... I live off music! Music and writing...
I'm really glad to hear from you again, and I'm glad you enjoyed my post! I had a lot of fun writing it. When I get excited is when I write most of my random things. I think I am getting better now.
I hope everything is fine with you.
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Much warmth, Dean ... I am so glad to hear you re feeling better too.
Lilla ...