Staring at the bus stop, outside the deathly window
Singing songs of freedom yet I'm trapped in this surrender.
Eighteen months without them, the things that make me happy
Drunken raucous laughter and the awful moments after.
Dim the noisy silence, the deafening din of nothing
Screaming "Changes" at the TV pretending that I'm Bowie
Float off on dreams of telling Eve, the apple of my eye
The only song that I can sing while buses drive on by.
The Lonely Singer
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I like the rhythm you've got going and I'm quite intrigued by what the lonely singer has gone 18 months without. His band? His drugs? What grated a little with me was the couple of rhymes that crept in - laughter/after, eye/by.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.