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:: Saturday 15 January 2005 ::
Don't bother - they're here
Oh yeah. That song always was wierd. Something about circus love, eh? Orunno. But you add the cow dimension and you are on the spiral arm of wierd.
So sing already.
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the cows.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approove?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't moove.
Where are the cows?
Send in the cows.
Just when I'd stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the cows?
There ought to be cows.
Quick, send in the cows.
What a surprise.
Who could forsee
I'd come to feel about you
What you'd felt about me?
Why only now when I see
That you'd drifted away?
What a surprise.
What a cliche.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the cows?
Quick, send in the cows.
Don't bother - they're here.
:: WB 2:13 am [link+] ::
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