Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

Pick up, up...Pick up, Pick up...

One:

Now I can't even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its /
Mental health at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily to remenisce /
If I choose any wish...I'd lose my genesis /
And to my nemesis that I don't need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I needed a pay /
Because I was in an zone...inside of a place unknown /
Where unfamilliar faces roam (...and so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've sworn I did when I left /
My breath heavy with every lie and theft /
I looked right and left...then I people at my home collect /
To tell them, "Things changed." But they won't accept /
I'm out of range...with no respect. Every I asked for directions /
All I got was dead ai, cut lines, and bad /
People who would helo changed their to unlisted /
411 info left me unassisted. twisted... /
incidents. Is it coincidence? I choose to so /
in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like slide shows /
My mind knows each and single detail /
Total recall is me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
epiphany: This is the much traveled trail from my /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The of my past acts are numerous /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that /
heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the time /
I'm past my prime. Climaxing is a task of mine /
I'm homeward bound. Break out the map and /
I ask gas attendants...and they just act pissed /
I'm black listed...for not true to white lies /
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night /
Then I shed some light on what's the /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the stares make it shatter /
7 years bad Time's irrelevant /
I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but the element /
blinds what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What time is it?" I see the blinking /
Check the position...of the sun...to see there is /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to my wisdom /
The solar system me stranded in a universe /
Where I do reverse psychology. are made through my verse /
Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm /
Making people disgusted. Plus, I'm and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of /
From when I cried, but...it dried up...and /
I played your game, so where's my prize? I'm taking lies /
faking guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At this here pace, it'll me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing what lack /
It cost me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and fear is /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and tears /
I track to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I the intersection /
There's much construction. I'm signaled with morse /
to take a detour. I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes...trying to some street signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. These have weak minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me looks like a /
With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing landmarks /
I rack my brain...knowing that I can't attack in /
Upon return I promised not to act the same /
But so often my selective screen memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I kill the retro /
But heck no...to much of my I just can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw away my home turf...which really is this whole earth /
But claims like that no worth /
epiphany: And then it hits me...the why I'm dizzy /
Is I've been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.