Brooklyn Forest Dreams

Brooklyn Forest Dreams
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Andrew Defrederico - 2019 Feb 17 13:18


When I was young
There was a head-spinning tune
Playing in my mind
Swaying, playing like a typhoon
In a Hawaiian misty place
Of a timed wonderous
Pretty girl's face

Softly, closely, coming near
I can feel it, I can hear it
Seeing cries as I come to fear
Coming down a track
Of a knick and a soft cried knack
It's a rack of a tear
That slowly slides down pretty girl's
Face

Wallowing a swim of saddened boos
And hoos
Who is to blame
You see it as a cry
Crying for what is
Crying for the pretty girl
On the corner of here

Can't you see
Can you be
The pretty girl asks
Nicely as she is
The pretty girl she cries
He cries for the wonderous
Time

When I am old
There was a fold in my hand
Chances were it was too late
Coming for another pass
Will pretty girl come at last
Will it be my fate
To die old
With lots to hate
Of myself
Nothing to be done and told
On the charts, a heart rate
Beeps out of control
For pretty girl's face
Hidden underground
Just like the mole
Oh, pretty girl
Be in another Brooklyn Forest
For the rest
For me to roll
My pretty girl
My pretty girl