Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested
"There is no rope", he would at the laughing walls
is only the end, no hope, no rope
Ending is better mending
of perception, windows of opportunity
These are illusions like the killing

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

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

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

And while it might been 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 laugh at
I can laugh than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder Charles De Gaul or Fulton Mall

But I don't know what I'm 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 wasn't actually
Ed's Picasso was an forgery

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

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

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

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

Ed put on a red shirt and took a walk around the block
While softly to himself
He reentered his apartment
"There is no on this planet"

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

inconsistency is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
Each and every evening, except for yesterday
When I roller over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with Pope Paul the First
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 does about it
Senator of Louisiana
over closed circuit television
And as long as he continues to pontificate
I do nothing

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

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns,
Russian literature, neorealism
Meaningless cross references and laundry lists of
I shall drive a license, without clothing, without 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 shall 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 better to feel, is better than emptiness
Emptiness is better than nothing, and is better than this"