Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he
"There is no rope", he would at the laughing walls
There is only the end, no hope, no
is better than mending
Doors of perception, of opportunity
These are illusions the killing floor

Ed spoke in a whiny voice
perhaps a slight tinge of glee
But this was because he couldn't be bothered
To try to develop a manner of
truly reflected his mood

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

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas in the streets all day
But when the came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone was asleep

And while it might have 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 than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder than Charles De Gaul or Mall

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

"What do I have to about anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
wasn't actually true
Ed's Picasso was an forgery

His three Rothkos had 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 and a few other bands from Gainesville
refused to acknowledge the value of art

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

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

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

Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the
While whistling softly to
He reentered his screaming
"There is no on this planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life with machinery five ago
The so-called Industrial
Was just another hoax and we all for it
'Cause we were all programmed to, even I for it
I in the steam engine
Even though I believe in anything"

Logical inconsistency is the Mr. I bathe in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I roller over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with Pope John Paul the
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or somebody something about it
Sterno of Louisiana
Announced over closed television
And as long as he to pontificate pointlessly
I will do

Ed walked away from the program fortified and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it did just after 'Jeopardy'
He loaded up the micro bus atlases and poseidons
And headed for Pope

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

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It doesn't matter, I keep on running"

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