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 better mending
of perception, windows of opportunity
These are illusions like the floor

Ed in a squeaky whiny voice
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But was only because he couldn't be bothered
To try to a manner of speaking
That truly his mood

This is a vaccum, there is no air in room
is no fun anymore
Nihilism knocked three times on the
But the rosy fingers of dawn always inserted
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, else was asleep

And while it might have been a to see
That I was all along
Here I am still, and trapped
Awaiting the end

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

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 up and lay down and die

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

His Rothkos had just been singled out
In an article in forum' entitled
Three Most Insignificant 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 of it", Ed mused
To the laminated coffee table that he had purchased
When times had seemed slightly less
"Come to think of it, not only art have no intrinsic value
But my collection has no value either"

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

"I don't in reason, objective reality or collective farming
I don't in public speaking
Which is another why I'm here alone
I don't believe in life or
I would kill myself but I 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 with machinery five centuries ago
The Industrial Revolution
Was just hoax and we all fell for it
'Cause we were all to, even I fell for it
I in the steam engine
Even though I don't in anything"

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

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
you or I or somebody does something about it
Senator of Louisiana
Announced closed circuit television
And as long as he to pontificate pointlessly
I do nothing

Ed walked away from the feeling fortified and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it always did 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
Russian literature, neorealism
Meaningless cross references and laundry of nonsense
I shall without a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm running late, if I'm a numbers 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 to stay emotional
And it's better to feel, pain is better emptiness
Emptiness is better than nothing, and is better than this"