Ogród (i bar) - The Garden (and a pub)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYMvpvew-kc

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In this rhythm

Of the monotonous phenomenon of melancholy

The mist trails

The thread of reason

Has been broken by the wind of fantasy

Words come easy

Oh my muse

White lily born Madame  Avant-Garde

The garden of lashes

The bathos of this phrase

Makes you nothing but laugh

And I'm not surprised

But tell me

What are you looking for

Girl

What do you still want

I don't know how to please you

After all

You know

How hard it is to find a flower today

Which would bloom with endearments

Naturally

And how much the world has changed

We can't just start romanticism

A gain

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Clouds of smoke from cheap fags

Trailing above those wobbly heads

Dodge faces all around

Now raised to give a shit for a mo

They judge your outfit

Moves

And signs

Your knew hear

You look back boldly

To challenge their dull eyes

Life trundles slowly across this place

In its square-wheeled carriage

So here's the famous blues

Of a provincial pub

Everybody

Knows each other

As hell

They all just keep waiting

For something to happen

For a change

An old scruff coot

Sitting alone

With his head supported by a pint

For drowning black thoughts in

If you need a symbol

Of a provincial pub

Everybody

Knows each other

As hell

They all just keep waiting

For something to happen

For a change

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