E.E.Espinoza ([email protected])
Thu, 22 Oct 1998 12:39:03 -0500 (CDT)
the freedom that macphisto, the mirror-ball man,
and the fly provide...he got the action; he got
the motion; well, the boy can play. that's what
saves him in the end--dedication, devotion, and
the freedom to sing about the knife so that he
doesn't have to wield it.
but this is an excuse, veiled thinly, like any
crying widow. i dress in black and do the walk
of life. but i don't smoke.
power and glory mean what without the talkin' blues?
laugh! you never did know when to laugh, and this
gets awkward if you don't laugh, perplexed but amused.
every little, last bit has to go, die, just so that
he can exercise (and maybe exorcise) his demons, a
million different people. the difference is legitimation
and a few million pounds.
but don't ask me. i'm be-bop-a-lula, baby what i say.
and i don't have a sweet-lovin' woman down in the tunnels,
but i do the song, anyway.
trying to make it pay,
elena
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This is what it's like being, like, a teacher.
Bono (December 19, 1987)
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