Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

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

Verse

Now I can't even think back. amnesia has made its impact /
Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was /
I voluntarily refuse to /
If I could choose any wish...I'd lose my /
And to my nemesis that I don't need Memory Lane on my way home /
But I got lost and I a pay phone /
Because I was in an unsafe zone...inside of a unknown /
Where unfamilliar faces roam (...and so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've sworn that I did when I /
My breath gets heavy with lie and theft /
I right and left...then I called 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 helo changed their number to unlisted /
411 info me unassisted. Wickedly twisted... /
incidents. Is it I choose to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. Pictures appear like shows /
My mind knows and every single detail /
Total is leaving me pale /
to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature bring my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
epiphany: This is the much traveled trail my past /
Now an path...unfunny memories are now making me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past acts are /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that /
heheheheh...my laugh lines have faked for the last time /
I'm my prime. Climaxing again 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 staying true to white /
I lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night dies /
Then I shed some light on what's the /
Reflections in the looking self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad Time's irrelevant /
I'm searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the /
Which 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 save my /
The solar system left me stranded in a /
Where I do reverse psychology. Apologies are through my verse /
Ain't nothing to do but curse when I'm /
Making people disgusted. Plus, I'm mistrusted and /
an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? /
I'm on an expedition...following my of tears /
From I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking lies /
from guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At this pace, it'll take me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing they lack /
It cost me of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...I my head, and fear is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and 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 street /
I can only read thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a that to me looks like a sandbox /
With NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing some landmarks /
I my brain...knowing that I can't attack in vane /
Upon return I myself not to act the same /
But every so often my selective memory...will be my enemy /
and say, "Remember me?" /
Getting me petro...wish I could kill the /
But heck no...to of my past I just can't let go /
I'm just a stone's throw from my home turf...which really is this whole earth /
But claims like that no worth /
epiphany: And then it me...the reason why I'm dizzy /
Is because been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.