This is quite funny, its just an experiment with a persona... phonetic and probably an alter ego. some of its corny.. but some is good..imagine blues music! *********************************************** Ai swear i'm'a pious man, some things they come so easy. Lookin round, ai got distate for whas goin on. But ai hold my head up an carry on singin my song. Some top hat asks, lets take a stroll, an ai say t' him, 'Only when its no more say, War path or Cat walk... Ai only go walkin with you down heart truth lane.' I'm physical, there isn't nuthin to be but rambler man, Ai got fucked up shoes from too much walkin. Ai got a ripped out heel, but it don't matter. You try an tell me it does. But ai ain't a judge in the court o' law. Ai don bother the law, and it don bother me. 'Dju get that? No worries.' But carry on tellin me what you do, if thas what you want t'be doin. Ai don never mind much, It all shall be goes straight through. Mostly be falling out this hole in my heel. We got holes all over. Ai toe step in hush'd cathedrals, beat hop in ment'al homes. Jus visitn. So the difference tween me and you, is in i keep'on goin. Ai don stop, me. Ai see the holes tween the stars, and my shoes get wrecked from tryin to catch 'em. Ai see the hole in empt'y theat're stage, foot'ball stadium. Or nigh't'sky. [Thas a bigg hole] And you keep'on tellin me how im so makin shoes fall apart. An alright, i'll be keep'n lookin at th' holes with fascinashun.
