Monday, May 11, 2009

ok, you 90s pop fans...

lets see if you can guess which song this is?


Can and Dye

Hey can and dye, can and dye,
Before we meet
I’m going to begin a war.
Any other time I know I could,
and it would be good.
Hey baby ,
How do you develop
an unceasing aftermath
after this present chronology
of sadness travels behind us
and causes us to know that I can?
Independent of an assumption
I start a rumor that you
look like the baby can of dye, can of dye…

Before the meeting ,
I do have a thought of the
imbecility of competition
and how another player
can keep your diary for you.
But I ain’t him, am I?
Rumors, baby, they were all rumors…

Before that meeting
do you want me to make
An actual tentacle
or do you want me
to speak to you
in riddles of the foot?
Possibly,
she does echo mentally deranged rumors…

Oh, you and I did strike a bond,
but does it make you love the truth
or does it make you
realize the best arrival of relation
that I consequently give a
satisfactory reason for?
Baby, do we develop the lives of the old
or do we go inside and I,
with my gift, fly these lives
at the right time with you?
Actually,
it goes another time.

I do have to sell the can,
Or can I dot upon that boat
Of thematic unevenness?
Not of mine, but of you baby,
Does the sewing of queer
Hair, say goodbye more frequently.

Don’t write of the competition
Totally,
because the pension of their voice
owes intoself to the farmhouse
on the lake.
Does communication frizz out of sight
Or does it remain tangible
Off screen?
Truthfully,
I do know know
Because I cut off my love
to avoid all craziness from the boat
and the farmhouse.
I say goodbye to them both.

Above all, my wish is
To finally know the reason for it all.
Do we fall in love with one another
To check and sigh,
Or do we sketch mementoes

Don’t say anything momentarily,
If you do, the stupidity of the consequences
Of leaving will form inside
Forever, forever…
Does it make you desire me
If I crawl upon the terrace
For reasons you cannot know
(and therefore cause you to make
Pincers of my legs)?
It does have greatness of feet
To make a second baby
Through rumor
Right before the meeting of doom.
I did think this was crazy competition,
But another player 2 told me
I don’t understand the moment.
Do you want an actual cause
Or does it matter if
You want me to speak?
You have two feet, but
I only have one.
Possibly it echoes mental derangement,
But I ain’t going to tell…

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