Genre: Spoken Word-Poetry
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Keywords:
cowboy (23), years (6), remember (10), poetry (113), poem (21), spoken word (54)
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A poem I wrote and put to music.Lyrics:
THE YEARS I WAS A COWBOYthere’s a river I didn’t throw myself into; there’s a pistol that I didn’t use, but as it moved past my eyes to kiss my forehead its barrel was the colour of a bruise. there are pills that rattle in my pocket like a ghostly drummer with drumsticks of bone; a dozen and I’m sure I’d dance forever — two or three just seem to keep me stoned. there’s a bottle that is shaped just like a woman; there’s a woman that I need just like a drink; at noon the sun rips over my horizon, and I’m reaching before there’s even time to think. and that’s all I can remember of the years I was a cowboy; that’s all I can remember of those years Hardware:
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just great my friiend the theme behind you
is somehow reminds me of the Moody Blues .
very nice images ..thnx alot for sharin !!!!
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