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• Artiste: Jude
• Titre: Paper Towel
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I'm not immune so I commune with the objects in my home, I am caressed by my razor and so am not alone, I spoon an over-sized pillow which I bought for just that use, And to the flowers in my garden I am lover not recluse, If you my dear were such a flower you would stay and only grow, And I would tend to you and water, baby, and straight up would you go, You would spread and maybe blossom with each passing summer's day, And not the suitors from a hundred hives could draw your love away, Then as autumn shut the light down in advance of winter's bide, According to true lover's creed you would not die but go to sea, For so it is with paper towels and other things about my place, The old begets the new and the things I need keep up to pace, But you my dear, you're gone forever--you left you silly seed behind, Save a rotten pit it lingers cherry stone in my mind, You're not a paper towel, no, you're like the wind go howling... You fled as if the autumn grays were the heralds of final days, Uprooting with your seeds an all-cruel harvest of love's first fall, You're not a paper towel, no, no, you're like the wind go howling... And wrap you around my down, oh no, you're like the wind go howling... Bring her back for my Little Bo-Peep, I've gotta find where I can go to sleep...