..or rather 17!
...
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
Friction lock - set.
Mixture - rich
Propellers - fully forward
Flaps - set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check
Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): confirm 3-8-echo ready for departure
(tower): hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. its to go.
(tower): you may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-echo
Easy on the brakes. take it easy. its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
Theres no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i
27anni..
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?
The fog
We told you not to go too near the edge.
We did call you back.
But the fog was too dense…
…and you couldn’t, you wouldn’t hear.
People do it all the time
But they usually have the bloody music on,
And their eyes closed,
So they cannot see the way.
We thought you had more sense than that.
And when the swirling fog caught you in its arms,
You drifted with it, curling through the purple pathways
Of the smoky serenity.
It swept you with it into the floating clouds.
(The stranger in the village pub had said, “The fog in these parts
Is notorious. And bad.”
Fucking stupid city-dwellers us…
We didn’t bother.)
We went back to wait in the car,
We knew (erm, we hoped) you would return.
And when you came back
You had tears in your eyes.
And all we could do was look.
You said you had tried staring
At the sun.
That had hurt your eyes,
And you had fled from the sneering mist.
We met the stranger again. At the pub.
“Heavens be praised the fog didn’t take you too near the sun.
At least you turned wiser before you could be frizzled to these potato chips here…”
Don't Leave me!
In sogno mi spieghi che mai ti allontaneresti dalle persone a cui vuoi bene.
