This piece of poetry is meant to do harm.
Wednesday, May 11th, 2011 04:55 pmYou've been watching over me
Saying you're keeping me company
I should be grateful, I suppose
and compare you to a summer's rose
You've been talking sweet to me
about peace and love and harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free
That I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain’t moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
Please don't give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
Some are singing to raise affection
But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm
So with what shall I compare thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?
No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuelled Buddhist bows
Let the cool winds roughly shake
out all darling buds of fake
I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
And don't you give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
I'm not singing to raise affection
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
Saying you're keeping me company
I should be grateful, I suppose
and compare you to a summer's rose
You've been talking sweet to me
about peace and love and harmony
But I know what you say about me
So now I tell you cause I gotta break free
That I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain’t moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
Please don't give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
Some are singing to raise affection
But this piece of poetry is meant to do harm
So with what shall I compare thee?
Summer's clay or winter's sleet?
You made a non-believer out of me,
Now you ask for my sympathy?
No, take your words and take your vows
Take your flake-fuelled Buddhist bows
Let the cool winds roughly shake
out all darling buds of fake
I can't give you no false affection
I can do without your phony charm
This train ain't moving in your direction
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
And don't you give me no warm reception
What you call peace to me is a call to arms
I'm not singing to raise affection
This piece of poetry is meant to do harm
if you enjoyed this, you'll probably like
God Save the Village Green
even more
also, if for some very sad reason,
you don't have all of the songs I linked to
you can rectify that now
God Save the Village Green
even more
also, if for some very sad reason,
you don't have all of the songs I linked to
you can rectify that now