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I don't have a phone lyrics

I don't have a phone


VERSE 1
I don't have a phone, no landline, no mobile, no microphones
no communication line, but I do have a soul. I don't
have buttonholes, I don't eat casseroles, but I do have the
control. I need a phone, but I don't have a phone. All my lines,
are in crisis.

CHORUS
Perhaps, because I'm real tired
of hearing about phones, altogether. I don't feel cold
I don't feel bold, I don't break my
mould, but I do love gold. I love my life, in real gold, piety.

BRIDGE
I love the good things
of life, the known things in life, I like to cling
to famous things like that, so, I'll just get my stretch black, hot jeans, on fresh white top
and live the life, without kink.

VERSE 2
I don't have a phone, but I'll love to blow my hair out, get to
smoke, have a little laugh, groan a little, hear a joke or two
and just have a big large steak, after many months of tiring
organics, which I do love, don't get me wrong and who knows, a
big new change, too.

ECHO:
It might just wake me up, to getting that phone, afterall.

Brief

Behind you

Verse 1
I know you are in pain
I know you grieve, but take
a wake:
behind you; avoid the strain;
your thoughts are ingrained;
awake,
But you can become stable;
yet, in your pain and strain;
today.
Yesterday, is left behind,
it has now gone its way;
unwind;
this is today.
Chorus
From the deep bottom
Of my heart
I share your pain, strain, your lot;
It’s not your fault, that you gasp,
From your own wound clot,
From your heart;
For it’s love besotted,
For another, that is disheartening.
Verse 2
This day may be a drain
Of the mind, of dismay
A shake;
Of dank anger like strain;
You feel sorrow, like a quake,
Like slake;
This is inhumanely,
But time heals pain, day after day
with a spirit divining,
The heart begins to obey,
As it reclines.
Chorus
From the deep bottom
Of my heart
I feel your tears, so hot
I see it depart,
Much like larch,
From your own wound clot,
From your heart;
For it’s love besotted
For another, that is disheartening.
Bridge
Your pain is not
One that will ever depart,
From inner spot,
Inside of you, it’s heartening;
But you can only take, what
Can impart
Solace; for a knotty life.
Chorus
From the deep bottom
Of my heart
I share your pain, strain, your lot;
It’s not your fault, that you gasp,
From your own wound clot,
From your heart;
For it’s love besotted,
For another, that is disheartening.

Back

VERSE 1
how come
you have come back
to the life
you threw at me.

VERSE 2
here you babble
and then you dabble
to come back
to scrabble.

CHORUS
you have returned
to the shabby life
you began from
perhaps because
it is all you ever
thought of, for me.

BRIDGE
perhaps because
you learn best
in the knacker
in the shabbles
you are today
as bald as a coot
so moot.

VERSE 3
you throw at me
like one who throws
a hard nut to crack.

VERSE 4
And then you lack
alas! but there is not
even a little nut
for you to be thrown at.

chorus + bridge

VERSE 5
you have had
a smack
on the face
with nothing
to back.

VERSE 6
Like persecution
you have become
you who persecuted
have now become
the persecuted.

chorus + bridge

Be loving

VERSE 1
sweet beloved
love above all things
for love is your strength
it is your pen
so use it well.

CHORUS
sweet splendor
be loving
let love take control
recommend love
to those who care
seek love that is tender
for it is always waiting
round the bend.

BRIDGE
sweet magnificent one
be attentive always
be inventive for the future
find contentment
and be diligent
for all time.

VERSE 2
sweet happiness is you
so glad is your soul
so magical is your gladness
for the hadj
it is what makes you love.

chorus + bridge

VOCAL INSTRUMENTAL
sweet extra extravaganza
extend your happiness
to those who care
say, say, say
and save the day
say, say, say
and seek sweet love.

REFRAIN
do not forsake
the love that is tender
ache for the love
that is unmistakable.

Same boy

VERSE 1
same boy I was
same boy I am
I'm still
the same boy
I once was
I use to be.

VERSE 2
I'm the same
old boy
with same old tricks
with same old
get-rich-quick schemes.

CHORUS
I'm no mickey
for a dick
no hick in a country
just the same old boy
with clicks probably
with cricks.

VERSE 3
same old boy
so mischievous
with trust
sonorous and just
same old boy I am.

VERSE 4
Same old boy
with the rapturous
yet crusty tongue
same firm boy
I use to be.

(chorus + bridge)