Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

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

Ed spoke in a whiny voice
With a slight tinge of glee
But this was only 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 fingers of dawn always inserted themselves
In the of unfulfilled promises

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

And while it might have a relief to see
That I was right all
I am still, alone and trapped
Awaiting the end

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

But I don't what I'm laughing at
I don't know just what I is so goddamn funny
I don't know why I don't shut up
And give up and lay 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 obvious

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

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

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

"I don't believe in reason, reality or collective farming
I don't believe in public
Which is another why I'm here alone
I don't 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 his apartment screaming
"There is no on this planet"

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

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

Ed could go on and on
And he did, and he would and he
Until you or I or somebody something about it
Senator Sterno of
Announced closed circuit television
And as as he continues to pontificate pointlessly
I will do

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

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

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
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
a body in motion tends to stay emotional
And it's better to feel, pain is better than
Emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is than this"