The Piper's CalliopeA Poem by speakingcolorsa song i wrote after spending hours researching the meaning behind beatles songs. i didn't intend to do research to write a song, but this is what happened. i'm not sure if i like the title yet.In a vision hung above my bed from the string of time, I saw the only word of truth between the pantomime. And in this very pleasant place found warmth of happiness, I came to rest upon my feet in the girl's caress.
Though she's not, not a girl that I need go by, I pay them all just the same for next week's last supply. I wonder how I've just begun and why I hold her close, 'cause when I drink her red rose wine it's her I hate the most.
Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Don't you know you can't have peace and war? It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot bloody mess hanging out the butcher's door. Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Not too far from the bottom of the sea It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot Merry time on the piper's calliope
Now don't you know she's fooling me, and flung me from the shore? With every plastic kiss I stray from the boy I was before. But I've got my fix of shaded eyes got to go back to the square where everyone's your next ex-friend, where everyone's a millionaire.
Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Don't you know you can't have peace and war? It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot bloody mess hanging out the butcher's door. Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Not too far from the bottom of the sea It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot Merry time on the piper's calliope
Maybe we can turn around maybe we can kill the clown that tricked us yesterday. Maybe we can steal his gun and shoot him in his rubber tongue and stop wearing this toupee
Oh
I found my favorite collared shirt in Connecticut. The missus starched me to the core and taught me etiquette. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, but it's gone 1, 2, 3, 4, 'cause the girl started playing that piper's tune and I ran right out the door.
Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Don't you know you can't have peace and war? It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot bloody mess hanging out the butcher's door. Oh Shoot, shoot Bang, bang Not too far from the bottom of the sea It's a Bang, bang Shoot, shoot Merry time on the piper's calliope © 2011 speakingcolorsFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on January 24, 2009 Last Updated on November 17, 2011 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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