Luyện nghe bài hát Ed

Ed was at the end of his rope, an he detested
"There is no rope", he would at the laughing walls
is only the end, no hope, no rope
Ending is better mending
of perception, windows of opportunity
These are illusions the killing floor

Ed spoke in a squeaky voice
With perhaps a slight tinge of
But this was only because he couldn't be
To try to develop a of speaking
That reflected his mood

This is a vaccum, is no air in this room
is no fun anymore
Nihilism knocked three times on the
But the rosy fingers of dawn inserted themselves
In the nose of promises

sang, "Heysanna, Hosanna"
Paralyzed danced in the streets all day
But when the came, everybody went home
I was ready, everyone else was

And while it have been a relief to see
That I was all along
Here I am still, and trapped
Awaiting the end

And I can it all around
And laugh at it and at myself
I can laugh louder than the walls, the halls, the
Louder than Charles De or Fulton Mall

But I don't know what I'm at
I don't know what I think is so goddamn funny
I don't know why I don't just up
And up and lay down and die

"What do I have to complain anyway?"
Ed his Picasso, "I'm a millionaire"
This wasn't true
Ed's Picasso was an obvious

His three Rothkos had been singled out
In an article in forum' entitled
Three Most Insignificant Paintings of Mark Rothko'
And his Barbara Krugers had irreparably damaged
By Rein Sanction and a few other bands from
That to acknowledge the value of art

"Come to of it", Ed mused
To the laminated roadkill coffee that he had purchased
When times had seemed slightly bleak
"Come to think of it, not only does art no intrinsic value
But my has no extrinsic value either"

"I know I'm not a
But that's no reason to
There is no to complain
is no reason to do anything"

"I don't in reason, objective reality or collective farming
I don't in public speaking
Which is another reason why I'm here
I don't believe in or death
I would kill myself but I don't in suicide"

Ed put on a red shirt and took a walk around the block
whistling softly to himself
He reentered his screaming
"There is no on this planet"

"Jehovah One replaced all with machinery five centuries ago
The so-called Industrial
Was just another and we all fell for it
'Cause we were all programmed to, I fell for it
I in the steam engine
Even though I don't in anything"

Logical is the Mr. Bubble I bathe in
Each and every evening, for yesterday evening
When I bladed over to the Masonic Temple
To play pinochle with John Paul the First
I had no choice in the matter"

Ed certainly go on and on
And he did, and he and he will
Until you or I or somebody does about it
Senator Sterno of
Announced over closed circuit
And as long as he continues to pontificate
I will do

Ed away from the program feeling fortified and stapled
His brain was buzzing, the way it always did after 'Jeopardy'
He loaded up the micro bus atlases and poseidons
And for Pope County

"I've had it", he sang, "I've had it with puns,
Russian literature, neorealism
Meaningless cross references and lists of nonsense
I shall drive without a license, clothing, without direction"

"And if I make it to Arkansas,
And if I'm running late, if I'm running a game
It doesn't matter, I keep on running"

"Yes, is the answer, this is the ending, I shall keep on running
a body in motion tends to stay emotional
And it's better to feel, is better than emptiness
Emptiness is better than nothing, and nothing is better this"