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domingo, 29 de março de 2009

Me, Us and All

That night there was Me, Myself and I
enjoying themselves 
their strengths and their faults
just getting together for one more night out

Me and I, then, they  started to argue
Because each one wanted to go somewhere different
But naturally I would make stand over me
Because I does whereas Me has to be taken

But neither will go anywhere
unaccompained by Myself
Myself who's always to balance 
his brothers around
and who's responsible 
For the little Carnival

So long live the Triplets
and let there be Night
and Day to their co-being
They might seem alike
or play one each other
They very much like
to mix up one's mind

But watch very closely
You'll be able to regognize

I goes on the vanguard
all dressed up in Spades
He rides a royal horse
and opens up the way

Myself is the big boss
the leader, the shepherd
He's crowned by a god named Will
He shall dictate firmly the rhythm
of this one intrepid Trinity

Me is there to be shaped
for he is the malleable bit

Thus they shall become One
Me Myself and I
are nothing alone
and only together 
will get something done

Like notes to a chord
and chords to a song.

I Me and Myself
a concept
a sign
Me Myself and I

2 comentários:

fingers disse...

damn good poem, pirats!

Lis Motta disse...

parece música! irado!