many sons have told this lie
explained oblivion with a sigh
some day i’ll learn to fly some day i’ll learn to die
‘til then i’ll be your happy boy
‘til then i’ll be your faithful one
yo quiero sacrifice
my house is built of solid stone
i dust my stance with an iron will
i dance in place i’m standing still
i’ve my cities racing by i’ve seen rivers running dry
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)