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James Dean an MGM dream
Sprawls unseen towards the door
Tipping his hat Hello Mama and that
He shuffles his shoes to the floor
Shakespeare a play McBeth he should say
a dagger towards his hand
His glasses allow great gaze over brow
a method actor's clap on demand
Due East of Eden a mother was bleeding
Stole comfort from drink and the bottle
James and his Porsche a destinal course
His life measured speed through the throttle
The black suited man from oil in the sand
A cattleman's stock to re-brand
Rivals those two rebellious crew
A Giant a legend of land
A swerve and a shout a policeman drives out
There James who is slumped near at hand
Ascensional dream rise up from this scene
A teenager and rebel most grand
Dear Mary,
Wholly, In the name of my Ilah
I shall begin to strive...,
wearing my heroic glamor
and set forth a knight without Armour
O ye,
bell the ring of happiness;
here I am to confess my adorable joy,
yester-years my dream was a reverence, and today Ayes.
Call to cling, o ye
I surrender my stanzas heleluyaic
and will never jingle to mingle the psalms of natural cadence
Race it on, Aye Mary,
to my Lo I beseech,
to night I please to cease
and lament the torment of loneliness ablazed.
Ya Ilah, crucify my loneliness to death
and slice it's agony to my happiness
to realm my dream within the bless
and rise your Mercy a firmed...
Yours Faithful
Y.chad in Rasul's savior
If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon
I would love him as my first and last love
I would not believe if this was heaven
That is a dream like clouds above.
I would love him as my first and last love
Dance with him till my final breath
That is a dream like clouds above
Before the end comes like death.
Dance with him till my final breath
In the memories I have kept for so long
Before the end comes like death
But for our son, I have to stay strong
In the memories I have kept for so long
I see him smiling at his jokes
But for our son, I have to stay strong
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak.
I see him smiling at his jokes
And wish he would be here with me
Tonight, in his memory, I'm cleaning the dirt on his cloak
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family
And wish he would be here with me
I would not believe if this was heaven
Wondering why we couldn't stay as a family
If I were Cynthia, and my love Lennon
I promised I would do it
And this promise I have kept.
I’ve built your giant dream house
And I started with the steps.
The bricks that were laid,
Are in a beautiful sequence.
They’re precious yet so perfect,
With a elegant privacy fence.
It may have too many windows,
And not quite enough doors.
The biggest house you’ve seen
Is truly and all yours.
Now the time’s come for you,
To sit right by the man.
‘Cause I built your dream house,
And made it out of sand.
With all flying days, change moves everything
Lives are turned, and sometimes away run our wings
Dream still my love, for a dream fulfilled is pure bliss
So I'll dream of you, every motion, notion, passion, kiss
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