The Pothead Blues

poesia beatnik e pensamentos nihilistas

05 fevereiro 2009

a porta verde de lux interior

Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching, til the morning comes creeping
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
There's an old piano and they play it hot
Behind the green door
Don't know what they're doing but they laugh a lot
Behind the green door
I wish they'd let me in so I could find out what's
Behind the green door
Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slam, hospitality's thin there
Wonder, just what's going on in there
I saw an eye ball peeping through a smoky cloud
Behind the green door
Well I said Joe sent me, someone laughed out loud
Behind the green door
All I wanna do is join the happy crowd
Behind the green door
Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching, 'til the morning comes creeping
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?
Green door, what's that secret you're keeping?

(green door, the cramps)

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