Luyện nghe bài hát I Keep Calling

AUTHOR: Francis

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

One:

Now I even think back. Self-induced amnesia has made its impact /
health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
I voluntarily refuse to /
If I could any wish...I'd lose my genesis /
And prove to my nemesis 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 place /
Where faces roam (...and it's so strange)... /
I've got no change...I could've that I did when I left /
My breath gets heavy with lie and theft /
I looked right and left...then I called people at my home /
To tell them, "Things changed." But they just won't /
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 changed their number to unlisted /
411 left me unassisted. Wickedly twisted... /
incidents. Is it I choose to think so /
Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. appear like slide shows /
My mind knows each and every single /
Total recall is me pale /
Sick to my stomach...nautious...forces of nature my homing instinct /
Its stink...is so distinct...now let me think...a /
epiphany: is the much traveled trail from my past /
Now an unbeaten path...unfunny memories are now me laugh.

Verse

Haaaaaa! The flashbacks of my past are numerous /
Since out the uterus...Earth encounters ain't been that /
heheheheh...my laugh have been faked for the last time /
I'm my prime. Climaxing again 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 listed...for not staying true to white lies /
I fight lies...in darkness...heartless...until the night /
Then I shed some light on the matter /
Reflections in the looking self scatter when the hard stares make it shatter /
7 years bad luck? irrelevant /
I'm searching for of intelligent minds, but find the element /
Which blinds the hell I think. Now I'm thinking... /
"What is it?" I see the 12:00 blinking /
the position...of the sun...to see there is none /
I figure there's an eclipse...so I look away to my wisdom /
The solar system left me in a universe /
I do reverse psychology. Apologies 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 of tears /
From I cried, but...it dried up...and vaporized /
I played your game, so where's my consalation prize? I'm taking /
from guys...and gals...who want to be my pals...and peers /
At here pace, it'll take me a thousand years /
To fins my way back...encompassing what lack /
It me most of my life, but still I'm thinking about a pay back /
Decapitated...I lost my head, and is activated /
I'm in a fog. My blood, sweat and evaporated /
I track to find my lost sense of direction /
Stop, look, and listen...before I the intersection /
There's much construction. I'm with morse code /
to take a detour. I end up on an off road /
I squint my eyes...trying to find street signs /
I can read strong thoughts. These people have weak minds /
Trapped in a that to me looks like a sandbox /
With damn NARCS...hold up, son...I'm noticing landmarks /
I rack my brain...knowing that I attack in vane /
Upon I promised myself not to act the same /
But every so often my selective screen memory...will be my /
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 a stone's throw away 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 I've been traveling in circles keeping myself busy.
(Where is he?)

Deejay drumming.