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 walls
There is only the end, no hope, no
Ending is than mending
Doors of perception, windows of
These are illusions like the killing

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

This is a vaccum, there is no air in room
Despair is no fun
knocked three times on the ceiling
But the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves
In the nose of unfulfilled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm late, if I'm running a numbers game
It matter, I shall keep on running"

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