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 the end, no hope, no rope
Ending is better mending
Doors of perception, windows of
are illusions like the killing floor

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

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

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed danced in the streets all day
But the darkness came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone was asleep

And it might have been a relief to see
I was right all along
Here I am still, and trapped
the endless 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 Gaul or Mall

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

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

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

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee table that he had
When times had slightly less bleak
"Come to think of it, not only does art no intrinsic value
But my collection has no value 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, objective reality or collective
I don't believe in speaking
Which is another reason why I'm here
I don't in life or death
I would kill but I don't believe in suicide"

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

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

Logical inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I roller bladed over to the Masonic
To play pinochle Pope John Paul the First
I really had no in the matter"

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

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

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it puns, alliteration
Russian literature, Italian
Meaningless cross references and laundry lists of
I shall drive without a license, 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, this is the ending, I shall on running
Because a body in motion tends to stay
And it's to feel, pain is better than emptiness
Emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is than this"