Luyện nghe bài hát Storm

In a London, top floor flat
All walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice partitions
Modern art and
The a physician,
bloke, has his own practice
His an actress
An old mate of ours from
And they're always fun
So to dinner come.

The fifth is an unknown,
The have just thrown
Us together for a
because this just arrived from Australia
And she'ss moved to London
And she's the sister of
Or has connection.

As we make
I'm struck by her
She's irrefutably
dark eyes and dark hair
But as she
I admit I'm a little bit
because I notice the tip of the of a fairy
Tattooed on popular area
above the derrire
And she says Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole to form
And is immediately filled with
When she says her is Storm.

is initially bright and light-hearted
But it's not long Storm gets started:
You cant anything,
is merely opinion
She opines, over her Cabernet
Vis--vis,
Some
Empirical made by me

Not a good I think
We're only on pre-dinner
And the room, my wife
Widens her
Silently me, Be Nice
A warning
Not ignoring
So I resist the to ask Storm
knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a
deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front
Or a on the second floor.

The food is and Storm,
avoiding all meat,
Happily and eats
As the good doctor, pissedly
Holds court on some aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly
But the body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a
When it tries to explain the the of the soul.

My throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows a chance
That I'll be off on one of my but fun rants
But I , my lips are sealed.
I just want to my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my
I no intention of rocking the boat,
Although becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her namesake -
Storm has no such for our vessel:

companies are the enemy
They promote drug
At the cost of the remedies
That are all our need
are immoral and driven by greed.
Why drugs
When herbs can it?
Why use
When homeopathic
Can it?
I think time we all return-to-live
With natural alternatives.

And try as I like,
A crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.
By definition, I
Medicine, I continue,
Has either not been to work,
Or been not to work.
Do you know they call alternative medicine
Thats been proved to
Medicine.

So you believe
In ANY remedies?

On the contrary, Storm,
Before I to tea,
I took a natural
Derived from the of a willow tree
A painkiller virtually side-effect free.
Its got a name,
Darling, what was it


Aspirin!
Which I paid about a for
at the local drugstore.

The debate briefly
As my hosts plates
but they return with desserts
pertly asserts,

Shakespeare said it
''There are more things in and earth
exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how trained to look at reality,
It doesn't explain or spirituality.
How does explain psychics?
the afterlife; the power of prayer?

I'm becoming
I'm staring,
I'm a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just
Or the fifh of wine I just quaffed
But my dike groans
And the arsehole held by its stones
Can be back no more:

Look , Storm, I don't mean to you
But no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like minds
Or tea-leaves or or meridian lines
These people plying a skill,
They are lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for peoplewho claim to hear Gods
Or Spiritual healers who they've got magic hands.

By the way,
Why is it OK
For people to they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has
And her you're in touch with the other side?
I that's fundamentally sick
Do we need to that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we 2?
Do we actually think that Heard a Who?
Do we still think that brings us gifts?
That Michael didn't have facelifts?
Are we still so stunned by tricks
That we think the dead would
Wanna to pricks
Like John

to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off with startling precision
Like a using bollocks for ammunition

so sure of your position
But you're closed-minded
I you'll find
Your faith in and Tests
Is as blind
As the of any fundamentalist.

"Wow, a good point, let me think for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its bullshit.
Science adjusts it's views based on what's
Faith is the of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you me
That, say, works,
Then I will my mind
I will on a fucking dime
I'll be as hell,
But I will run through the streets
Its a miracle! Take and bin it!
has memory!
And while it's of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It forgets all the poo its had in it!

You show me that it and how it works
And when recovered from the shock
I will a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.

Everyone's staring now,
But I'm pretty and Ive dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a

is full of mysteries, yeah,
But are answers out there
And they won't be
By sitting around
serious
And isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit and hope
Let's up the fucking Pope
Let's go Oprah
Deepak Chopra

If wanna watch tele, you should watch Doo.
show was so cool
because every time there was a church a ghoul
Or a ghost in a
looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
Because history
mystery
EVER solved has out to be
Not Magic.

Does the that there might be knowledge
you?
Does the idea one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might you
you?
Does the notion that there may not be a
So blow your hippy
you'd rather just stand in the fog
Of inability to Google?

Isn't enough?
this world?
Just beautiful, complex
unfathomable, natural world?
How does it so fail to our attention
That we to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and
If so into Shakespeare
Lend me ear:

''To refined gold,
to the lily,
To perfume on the violet
is just fucking
Or like that.
Or about Satchmo?!
I see of Green,
Red too,
And fine, if you to
Glorify Krishna and
In a post-colonial,
Bottled-up and kind of way
Then whatever, okay.
But heres gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is and unimportant
But thanks to scientific advances
I get to live twice as long as my great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this life of
Twice as to love this wife of mine
as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing and getting shitty
At hippies
fairies on their spines
And on their titties.

And if perchance I have
Think but this and all is
Wed as well be 10 minutes in time,
For all the chance you'll your mind.