Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

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

One:

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

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past are numerous /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters been that humerous /
heheheheh...my laugh lines have been faked for the time /
I'm past my prime. Climaxing is a task of mine /
I'm bound. Break out the map and atlas /
I ask gas station attendants...and they just act /
I'm black listed...for not true to white lies /
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the dies /
Then I some light on what's the matter /
Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares it shatter /
7 years bad luck? irrelevant /
I'm for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which what the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What is it?" I see the 12:00 blinking /
Check the position...of the sun...to see is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look to save my wisdom /
The system left me stranded in a universe /
I do reverse psychology. Apologies are made through my verse /
Ain't to do but curse when I'm frustrated /
people disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and hated /
That's an understatement, but who really cares about my years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my trail of /
From I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
from faking guys...and gals...who to be my pals...and peers /
At this here pace, it'll me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing what they /
It cost me most of my life, but I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, and tears evaporated /
I back track to find my lost of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I cross the /
There's construction. I'm signaled with morse code /
to take a detour. Somehow I end up on an off /
I squint my eyes...trying to find some signs /
I can only read strong thoughts. These people have minds /
Trapped in a desert that to me looks a sandbox /
With NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks /
I rack my brain...knowing that I can't in vane /
Upon return I promised not to act the same /
But every so my selective screen memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I could the retro /
But no...to much of my past 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 have no worth /
epiphany: And then it hits me...the reason why I'm /
Is because been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.