Beeske Beeske


Calling Spaceship Blues - Poem by Beeske Beeske

Calling Calling spaceship from my bed
I'm lying on my bed and I'm holding my guitar

And I'm singing seeing ceiling over my bed
I can't see anything but my silly ceiling

Wish it were falling on my head
Falling on my head
Then I'll be far gone

Beggin' you please, my prophet, say my fate
I know you know what is gonna happen to myself

And so, say it, say it, prophet, say my fate
I won't be afraid of my bad luck, cause I've had enough

Of my calling everyday
Grotesque everyday
I wanna be far gone

A new better way to love my life
Colour it blue
Colour it red
Colour Colour Colour Colour

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 1, 2009



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