Where it's nine-eleven all the time
and no Sun sets,
and no clocks chime
where no voice speaks
and no bird trills
the Moon hangs frozen
o'er the hills
The winds are still, they seem to say,
Reflect, remember,
stop to pray...
I shall bump the experts...
"...I worked on with the intention of leading with it- but in a classic case of writer's block, I got just so far, then couldn't squeeze any more out of it... blast it!"
LOL...been there, done that plenty of times!! If you ever see one of my songs with the original words italicized, it simply means I got sick of listening to the song over and over again and figgered I'd just post what I'd completed up to that point and come back and finish it up later, which I may or may not do.
"Where it's nine-eleven all the time
and no Sun sets, and no clocks chime
where no voice speaks and no bird trills
the Moon hangs frozen o'er the hills
The winds are still, they seem to say,
Reflect, remember, stop to pray..."
I like it, backhoe...an apt description of the World were the terrorists to ultimately triumph.
FReegards...MUD