Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested
"There is no rope", he would at the laughing walls
There is only the end, no hope, no
Ending is better mending
Doors of perception, windows of
These are illusions like the killing

Ed spoke in a squeaky voice
perhaps a slight tinge of glee
But this was because he couldn't be bothered
To try to develop a of speaking
That truly reflected his

This is a vaccum, there is no air in this
Despair is no fun
Nihilism three times on the ceiling
But the rosy fingers of dawn always themselves
In the nose of unfulfilled

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

And while it might 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 at it and laugh at myself
I can laugh than the walls, the halls, the waterfalls
Louder than Charles De Gaul or Mall

But I don't know I'm laughing at
I don't know what I think is so goddamn funny
I don't why I don't 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 actually
Ed's Picasso was an obvious

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

"Come to think of it", Ed
To the laminated roadkill table that he had purchased
When times had seemed slightly less
"Come to think of it, not only art have no intrinsic value
But my has no extrinsic value either"

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

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

Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick around the block
whistling softly to himself
He his apartment screaming
"There is no on this planet"

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

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

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or somebody does about it
Sterno of Louisiana
Announced closed circuit television
And as long as he continues to pontificate
I do nothing

Ed walked away from the program feeling fortified and
His brain was buzzing, the way it always did just after
He loaded up the micro bus with atlases and
And headed for County

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

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It matter, I shall keep on running"

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