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Gable without Gods
once upon a time, he had himself a dream
he was oh, so happy, he was oh so green
he believed in miracles, even in peace
but as he grew older, and through different winds
it faded away, like a bad dream
many times, he woke up drunk
and he saw this angel, above his head
she was so pretty, but she had no wings
he tried to tell her, to fly away
from this dark hell, from all these stupid lies
but like a merciful angel, she always stayed
to look after him, even though he never prayed
in his own misery, she gave him some pain
he begged her to take him for a flight
and she always did, she always tried
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
once upon a time, a Swedish sailor sunk
around the corner from the Chelsea Hotel
he slept not counting any sheep, sad and very drunk
he awoke to an angels voice, inside his fucked up head
they flew a top of buildings, flew a top of lights
the traffic stood still, faded in the night
they landed on a roof, and they landed pretty hard
he woke up with a bottle, of longing and truth
the angel were nowhere to be seen, once again he was left alone
he dragged himself down, and fell on Thomas bed
he fell into a dream, a red one, about a whore
woke up in the late afternoon, by a girl he'd seen before
she told him it was time, to do the town again
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
in the park with an angel, they walked around
he drank from a bottle, they almost made a round
and went back to the hotel, to fuck
on Mr. Wolfe's large bed, they were surrounded by red
they were dead
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
© M10
once upon a time, he had himself a dream
he was oh, so happy, he was oh so green
he believed in miracles, even in peace
but as he grew older, and through different winds
it faded away, like a bad dream
many times, he woke up drunk
and he saw this angel, above his head
she was so pretty, but she had no wings
he tried to tell her, to fly away
from this dark hell, from all these stupid lies
but like a merciful angel, she always stayed
to look after him, even though he never prayed
in his own misery, she gave him some pain
he begged her to take him for a flight
and she always did, she always tried
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
once upon a time, a Swedish sailor sunk
around the corner from the Chelsea Hotel
he slept not counting any sheep, sad and very drunk
he awoke to an angels voice, inside his fucked up head
they flew a top of buildings, flew a top of lights
the traffic stood still, faded in the night
they landed on a roof, and they landed pretty hard
he woke up with a bottle, of longing and truth
the angel were nowhere to be seen, once again he was left alone
he dragged himself down, and fell on Thomas bed
he fell into a dream, a red one, about a whore
woke up in the late afternoon, by a girl he'd seen before
she told him it was time, to do the town again
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
in the park with an angel, they walked around
he drank from a bottle, they almost made a round
and went back to the hotel, to fuck
on Mr. Wolfe's large bed, they were surrounded by red
they were dead
his own careful angel, and her crying call
in their lonesome gable, without gods
© M10
hackneybloke
mikki - you work too hard. lonesome gable without gods is a great line. i love your english...it's so leftfield. this one's weird....i love weird. stay weird.