Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

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

Ed in a squeaky whiny voice
With 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 room
is no fun anymore
Nihilism knocked times on the ceiling
But the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves
In the nose of promises

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

And while it might been a relief to see
That I was all along
I am still, alone and trapped
Awaiting the end

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

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

"What do I have to complain anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This wasn't actually
Ed's Picasso was an forgery

His three Rothkos had been singled out
In an in 'Art forum' entitled
'The Three Most Insignificant of Mark Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had been irreparably
By Rein and a few other bands from Gainesville
That to acknowledge the value of art

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

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

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

Ed put on a red shirt and took a quick walk around the
While whistling to himself
He reentered his screaming
"There is no life on planet"

"Jehovah One all life with machinery five centuries ago
The so-called Revolution
Was just another and we all fell for it
'Cause we all programmed to, even I fell for it
I in the steam engine
Even though I believe in anything"

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

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
you or I or somebody does something about it
Senator of Louisiana
Announced over circuit television
And as as he continues to pontificate pointlessly
I will do

Ed walked away from the program feeling and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it always did after 'Jeopardy'
He up the micro bus with atlases and poseidons
And for Pope County

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

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

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