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A poem I wrote and put to sound and music.
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Lyrics
WHAT IT IS NOT AND WHAT IT IS
it is not
the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer
it is not
the undulation
of kicks
from the chorus line
of a crumbling house
it is not
the repeated chaos
that is the tarantella
of work and commerce
it is
that I dance
at all
for many times
I have travelled
beyond
the halfway point
on a road
that never ends
andtime
aftertime
aftertime
aftertime
I return
to you
and the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer
it is not
the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer
it is not
the undulation
of kicks
from the chorus line
of a crumbling house
it is not
the repeated chaos
that is the tarantella
of work and commerce
it is
that I dance
at all
for many times
I have travelled
beyond
the halfway point
on a road
that never ends
andtime
aftertime
aftertime
aftertime
I return
to you
and the tap
that drips
like an old flamenco dancer
caroline
you must've had fun putting this together - thank you. hmm... more echo on the time after time? just wondered!