Sing us a song about a place you’ve never been

This was not fun… Then again it was a creative excercise all the same, so that was fun… The laughter induced was fun too, but there was also the realisation that came out that Art Is Pain… (particularly for those on the receiving end in this case)…


Anyway… this is what happened…

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This is what nearly happened:

There was a boy,

A very strange enchanted boy

They say he travelled very far,

Very far,

This is his story:

I walk a lonely road

Along the boulevard of Broken Dreams

Well you can tell by the way I use my walk

I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom, for me and you

I remember I was in the tanning salon

When I heard that River Phoenix was gone

I got down on my knees

And I began to prey

I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

I whistled for a cab and when it came near

The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror

Do you know where you’re goin’ to?

Do you like the things that life is showin’ you

If I can make it there

I’ll make it anywhere

Big wheel keep on turning

Proud Mary keep on burning

Running just as fast as we can,

Holding onto one another’s hands

Don’t you carry nothing that might be a load

Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road

There are better days before us

And a burning bridge behind, fire smoking, the sky is blazing

Let’s talk about the wisdom

Let’s talk about the charm

The end of laughter and soft lies

The end of nights we tried to die

And I-i-I had a feeling that I belong

I had feeling I could be someone be someone

Coz Everybody comes to Hollywood

They wanna make it in the neighbourhood

But This is not Hollywood Like I understood

Is not Hollywood Like Like Like

I’ve been to Paradise

But I’ve never been to me

Coz it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And god I know I’m one


To some up, I think I share this gem I found…

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