Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested
"There is no rope", he scream at the laughing walls
There is only the end, no hope, no
Ending is better than
Doors of perception, of opportunity
These are illusions like the floor

Ed spoke in a whiny voice
perhaps a slight tinge of glee
But this was only because he be bothered
To try to develop a manner of
That truly his mood

is a vaccum, there is no air in this room
Despair is no fun
Nihilism knocked three times on the
But the rosy fingers of always inserted themselves
In the nose of promises

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the all day
But when the darkness came, went home
I was ready, else was asleep

And it might have been a relief to see
I was right all along
Here I am still, alone and
Awaiting the end

And I can it all around
And at it and laugh at myself
I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the
Louder than Charles De or Fulton Mall

But I don't what I'm laughing at
I don't know just what I think is so funny
I know why I don't just shut up
And up and lay down and die

"What do I have to complain anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This actually true
Picasso was an obvious forgery

His three had just been singled out
In an article in 'Art forum'
'The Three Insignificant Paintings of Mark Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had irreparably damaged
By Rein Sanction and a few other from Gainesville
refused to acknowledge the value of art

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee that he had purchased
When times had seemed slightly bleak
"Come to think of it, not only art have no intrinsic value
But my collection has no extrinsic either"

"I I'm not a millionaire
But no reason to complain
is no reason to complain
There is no to do anything"

"I don't believe in reason, reality or collective farming
I don't believe in public
Which is reason why I'm here alone
I believe in life or death
I would kill myself but I don't in suicide"

Ed put on a red shirt and a quick walk around the block
While whistling to himself
He reentered his screaming
"There is no life on planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life machinery five centuries ago
The so-called Industrial
Was just another and we all fell for it
'Cause we all programmed to, even I fell for it
I believe in the steam
Even I don't believe in anything"

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
Each and every evening, for yesterday evening
When I bladed over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle Pope John Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he would and he
Until you or I or somebody does about it
Senator Sterno of
over closed circuit television
And as as he continues to pontificate pointlessly
I do nothing

Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and
His was buzzing, the way it always did just after 'Jeopardy'
He up the micro bus with atlases and poseidons
And for Pope County

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns,
Russian literature, neorealism
Meaningless cross and laundry lists of nonsense
I drive without a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a numbers
It doesn't matter, I shall on running"

"Yes, this is the answer, this is the ending, I shall on running
Because a body in tends to stay emotional
And it's better to feel, pain is better emptiness
is better than nothing, and nothing is better than this"