superstar

loneliness, is such a sad affair
and I can hardly wait
to be with you again
what to say
to make you come again
come back to me again
and play your sad guitar

you would have made a great TV presenter

oh gentle, stroke. a blinding thought provoke. tell me it's on.

i missed you. i thought only of you. sipped out over blooming cauliflowers, huge moon loomed. the women are fertile now, you see. rhythm made, helpless shake, get there but you almost got everywhere - tell the shepherd to lead them safely away. me, not so lame, although you'd like to see a worse off day, a failing woman-child - perhaps? hmmm. sorry man, i aint all that bad. infact i wrote two of them myself.

i ran high up to the top, and i rained all over the gleaming city. to my delight. i felt you.