Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he
"There is no rope", he scream at the laughing walls
is only the end, no hope, no rope
Ending is better mending
Doors of perception, of opportunity
These are like the killing floor

Ed spoke in a whiny voice
With perhaps a tinge of glee
But was only because he couldn't be bothered
To try to develop a manner of
truly reflected his mood

This is a vaccum, there is no air in this
is no fun anymore
Nihilism knocked three times on the
But the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves
In the of unfulfilled promises

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the all day
But the darkness came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone else was

And it might have been a relief to see
I was right all along
Here I am still, alone and
Awaiting the end

And I can turn it all
And laugh at it and laugh at
I can laugh louder the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder than Charles De Gaul or Mall

But I don't what I'm laughing at
I don't know just I think is so goddamn funny
I don't know why I just shut up
And give up and lay and die

"What do I to complain about anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This wasn't true
Ed's Picasso was an obvious

His three Rothkos had just been out
In an article in forum' entitled
'The Three Insignificant Paintings of Mark Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had been damaged
By Sanction and a few other bands from Gainesville
That refused to acknowledge the of art

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee that he had purchased
When times had seemed slightly bleak
"Come to of it, not only does art have no intrinsic value
But my collection has no extrinsic either"

"I I'm not a millionaire
But no reason to complain
is no reason to complain
There is no to do anything"

"I believe in reason, objective reality or collective farming
I don't in public speaking
Which is another why I'm here alone
I don't believe in life or
I would kill myself but I don't in suicide"

Ed put on a red shirt and a quick walk around the block
While softly to himself
He reentered his apartment
"There is no on this planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all life with machinery five ago
The Industrial Revolution
Was just another and we all fell for it
'Cause we were all programmed to, even I for it
I believe in the steam
though I don't believe in anything"

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
and every evening, except for yesterday evening
When I bladed over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with John Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed could go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or somebody does about it
Senator Sterno of
Announced closed circuit television
And as long as he continues to pointlessly
I will do

Ed walked from the program feeling fortified and stapled
His was buzzing, the way it always did just after 'Jeopardy'
He loaded up the micro bus atlases and poseidons
And headed for Pope

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns,
Russian literature, Italian
Meaningless cross and laundry lists of nonsense
I shall without a license, without clothing, without direction"

"And if I it to Arkansas, fine
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It doesn't matter, I keep on running"

"Yes, this is the answer, this is the ending, I keep on running
Because a body in tends to stay emotional
And it's better to feel, is better than emptiness
Emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is better this"