My dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verse
Monday, January 26, 2015
Fly On The Wall
© 2014 Mark Cote
when Elvis said to Priscilla
his first "I Love you"
when john first talked to Paul
before love me do
when Jimi first strummed
a purple haze
on the wall I'm left in a daze
(chorus) on the wall
on the wall
fly on the wall
what it would be to be a fly on the wall
to see or hear sparks as they fall
to feel that moment when it's begun
to see the web as it's being spun
what it would be to be a fly on the wall
when Brian first penned
his Pet Sound
and his inward dreams
turned around
Dylan's words
in colored ink
would make a
generation think
Morrison's poetic somber
upon the wall I sit and ponder
(chorus)
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