some imagery referring to eighties and sixties mainly.
the ones you cannot replace
the old discoteques
now seem to be a part of a grotesque painting
one of those you will never forget
one of those you never dare to see
Saturday nights
the melancholy notes of the old jazz songs
and neighbors drinking beers and smoking reefers
the smell of the smoke,the dizzy blues dance
memories always back and forth
as if you are constantly on a rollercoaster.
Saturday nights
and a lover sleeping on your door
the guitarist whispering his new song
the city full of lights,the endless loveless nights
way down to oblivion , the road is full of obstacles
full of pains no one will ever disguise.
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-02-21 at 22:06
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Saturday nights have memories within
Saturday nightsthe ones you cannot replace
the old discoteques
now seem to be a part of a grotesque painting
one of those you will never forget
one of those you never dare to see
Saturday nights
the melancholy notes of the old jazz songs
and neighbors drinking beers and smoking reefers
the smell of the smoke,the dizzy blues dance
memories always back and forth
as if you are constantly on a rollercoaster.
Saturday nights
and a lover sleeping on your door
the guitarist whispering his new song
the city full of lights,the endless loveless nights
way down to oblivion , the road is full of obstacles
full of pains no one will ever disguise.
Poetry by Eva
Read 689 times
Written on 2009-02-21 at 22:06
Tags Sad
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