Sometimes I'm surprised where a song ends up. This one began with a bit of nonsense, and ended up nightmarish and tragic. (With a nod to the play "Streamers" by David Rabe.)
Doers And Dreamers
© 2011 Brian
Hutzell
Doers and
dreamers depend on each other
Apart, they’re
not half what they could be
Doers and
dreamers depend on each other
Apart, they’re
not half what they should be
I love having a
nose
Except when I
have a cold
Then it really
blows
Breaded filth
And pickled crud
Served in a gravy
Of putrid mud
Scissors on a
biscuit, with flatworms and a fish
Just because
you’re paranoid
Doesn’t mean
you’re not being followed
Heroes are made
for falling
Lovers are made
for calling
Wait!
Did you see that?
Who’s that hiding
in the shadows?
Doers and
dreamers
Sewers and
streamers
Beautiful
streamers
Flying above me
I’m diving
I’m dying
Leaving the
madness behind
Laughing in my
head
Burying the dead
It was a terrible
dream
I woke up
screaming
Obsessed with
plans gone wrong
So I put them in
a song
"Twirl"
Brian Hutzell
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