Not sure if your final line is regarding the song’s “next” or YOUR next. If you mean the song’s next, it seems to me your last line – – apparently not a part of the lyric – – is what you do next. ;^)
PS – Sorry I missed Pride, I was locked in a realtor’s office in Brooklyn signing away my soul so I can live in a space about the size of a matchbox (but a box with new hardwood flooring like yours and a wonderful slate bathroom, so it’s all right). Next year I will go, I promise . . . .
Not sure if your final line is regarding the song’s “next” or YOUR next. If you mean the song’s next, it seems to me your last line – – apparently not a part of the lyric – – is what you do next. ;^)
PS – Sorry I missed Pride, I was locked in a realtor’s office in Brooklyn signing away my soul so I can live in a space about the size of a matchbox (but a box with new hardwood flooring like yours and a wonderful slate bathroom, so it’s all right). Next year I will go, I promise . . . .
You and me both, Faustus. I’ve finished one story and am looking for the next one.
But I do love this song.
Alas, JW, the song is complete. The final line is about real life. Though perhaps signing away my soul to a realtor is a good direction to go.
Record the song. Burn it on CD. Sell on it on eBay. Upload it to mp3.com. Who knows, maybe you will be the next American Idol.
Work on additional lyrics and write the definitive disco version of Hatikvah.
excellent lyrics…
even if its not the only part of the wall…there is some left near Martin-Gropius-Bau…
greetings from (west-)berlin!
agree with that! a former West Berliner! now nyc resident.
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