LYRIC FOR SALE

By E Lloyd Kelly

Swing-swung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Coated sugar cubes as the errands went. Hellenor’s exhausted vacation spent. Sitting here in limbo gripping wistful lament. Hastily made decisions came unmasked in repent
Swing over here then swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear, the last thing about that song that I hear. I swear! Wake up and live yah. Too much lazy legs in your bed.

Sweet revenge is like a mother’s seed. Hovering on the north side of the tender reeds. Heavy eyelids awaiting gluttonous sleep. Morn’s piercing notes came in to jerk at the feet

Like cords hanging loose on fizzled ends. Much too far removed from making amends. Blissful lovers have long gone and spent. Lifeline now extended western union sent
Sling-slung old emotions sprung. Holding on to Diablo’s careless hands. Like a sad refrain of an ancient song, about Dan, and a man, and a van. Yeah, yeah, yeah
Swing over here swung over there. Let go of those careless hands yah mi dear. Was the last thing about that song that I hear. The last thing about that song that I hear.

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