• Twilight of the Gods

  • 2024/11/01
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  • Twilight of the Gods It wasn’t about hope They just couldn’t take a joke But they let you run your mouth Because it gave them more rope You said they’d remember your name For all the honor in literary fame But you wound up crying outside your mother’s In the rain Twenty-five years to retire An indefinite date to expire Almost got fired over a pothole Dad never taught you how to change a tire Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? And what of your friend’s silver dreams? All the pool parties, beers, rehearsed scenes You’ve got to be slapped by real life To comprehend what fantasy means You always had a soft spot for Angela Even when she yelled at ya The flower in her hair Was a yellow chrysanthemum And her soulmate Blaine’s persistent tinnitus Combined with his chronic right shoulder bursitis Compromised the showcase after those Fringe suits had hyped it Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? To whom do you owe the pleasure? Of carrying on You don’t even need To fill out a form You just keep waking up Even when you’ve had enough To take your swing, shoot your shot
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Twilight of the Gods It wasn’t about hope They just couldn’t take a joke But they let you run your mouth Because it gave them more rope You said they’d remember your name For all the honor in literary fame But you wound up crying outside your mother’s In the rain Twenty-five years to retire An indefinite date to expire Almost got fired over a pothole Dad never taught you how to change a tire Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? And what of your friend’s silver dreams? All the pool parties, beers, rehearsed scenes You’ve got to be slapped by real life To comprehend what fantasy means You always had a soft spot for Angela Even when she yelled at ya The flower in her hair Was a yellow chrysanthemum And her soulmate Blaine’s persistent tinnitus Combined with his chronic right shoulder bursitis Compromised the showcase after those Fringe suits had hyped it Twilight of the gods Overcome by the odds Blasting out the bad thoughts With the music in our cars Twilight of the gods Fate shuffled all our cards Is the mud deep enough To plant a basketball hoop in the yard? To whom do you owe the pleasure? Of carrying on You don’t even need To fill out a form You just keep waking up Even when you’ve had enough To take your swing, shoot your shot

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