Idle Evening
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(Don't Mind Me Doing One Sided Storytelling With Poetry . . . Though This One Took WAYYY Too Long. . .)

Idle Evening

(TOLD IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF ONE PERSON -- THE OTHER IS NOT INCLUDED AT ALL)

Hi!

Hi! Will you join me on the swings,

Hi! Will you join me on the swings, On this hot evening of late spring,

Hi! Will you join me on the swings, On this hot evening of late spring, And feel our hair flapping like wings?

Hi! Will you join me on the swings, On this hot evening of late spring, And feel our hair flapping like wings? Then take a swing!

Hi! Will you join me on the swings, On this hot evening of late spring, And feel our hair flapping like wings? Then take a swing! Then take a swing!

.

Come!

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here,

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags -

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags - let weight disappear -

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags - let weight disappear - And take a breath,

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags - let weight disappear - And take a breath, for relaxation near.

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags - let weight disappear - And take a breath, for relaxation near. Let's swing till stars!

Come! Don't be shy and sit down here, Drop your bags - let weight disappear - And take a breath, for relaxation near. Let's swing till stars! Let's swing till stars!

.

Hey,

Hey, can you hear the voice in air?

Hey, can you hear the voice in air? Of a lady you'd find so fair?

Hey, can you hear the voice in air? Of a lady you'd find so fair? And that of a gramp drunk on beer?

Hey, can you hear the voice in air? Of a lady you'd find so fair? And that of a gramp drunk on beer? It's everywhere,

Hey, can you hear the voice in air? Of a lady you'd find so fair? And that of a gramp drunk on beer? It's everywhere, it's everywhere.

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(whisper)

(whisper) Oh, I guess you can't really hear

(whisper) Oh, I guess you can't really hear The lonesome song of grief and fear

(whisper) Oh, I guess you can't really hear The lonesome song of grief and fear For it's embedded in your ears

(whisper) Oh, I guess you can't really hear The lonesome song of grief and fear For it's embedded in your ears Trapped in a jar,

(whisper) Oh, I guess you can't really hear The lonesome song of grief and fear For it's embedded in your ears Trapped in a jar, trapped in a jar.

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Huh? ]

Huh? Buddy,

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something?

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah,

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said?

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing.

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing..

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing...

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding . .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding . . .

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding . . . that isn't binding

Huh? Buddy, you ask me something? Ah, what I said? I said nothing... Just that I can not find . . . a thing That isn't binding . . . that isn't binding.

.

The sky?

The sky? You're right we can't touch it,

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin,

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass,

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic And eyes starlit,

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic And eyes starlit, and eyes starlit

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic And eyes starlit, and eyes starlit.

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic And eyes starlit, and eyes starlit. .

The sky? You're right we can't touch it, Yet on our skin, the zephyr fits Rustling grass, so hypotonic And eyes starlit, and eyes starlit. . .

.

But dude,

But dude, you've only felt the tip

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip,

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick,

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick, To stop lip-licks,

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick, To stop lip-licks, to stop lip-licks

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick, To stop lip-licks, to stop lip-licks.

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick, To stop lip-licks, to stop lip-licks. .

But dude, you've only felt the tip Of the summer's storm you now sip, Popsticale you'll no longer lick, To stop lip-licks, to stop lip-licks. . .

.

And binded by it you will be

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough,

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see?

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close,

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees .

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees . .

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees . . .

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees . . . You won't be free,

And binded by it you will be As it's never enough, you see? Satisfaction's close, but soon flees . . . You won't be free, You won't be free.

.

You might not understand right now,

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday,

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday, like:

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday, like: "Pow!"

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday, like: "Pow!" And it'll be so deafeningly loud

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday, like: "Pow!" And it'll be so deafeningly loud That thunder bows,

You might not understand right now, But it'll hit you someday, like: "Pow!" And it'll be so deafeningly loud That thunder bows, that thunder bows.

.

Anyways,

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is,

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, '

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease,

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease, And play wrong keys,

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease, And play wrong keys, and play keys

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease, And play wrong keys, and play keys .

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease, And play wrong keys, and play keys . .

Anyways, just enjoy the breeze The refreshing flow that doesn't tease For now that is, 'fore it displease, And play wrong keys, and play keys . . .

.

Oh,

Oh, just know that I won't be here

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair --

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair -- Don't be a drear,

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair -- Don't be a drear, don't be a drear

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair -- Don't be a drear, don't be a drear .

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair -- Don't be a drear, don't be a drear . .

Oh, just know that I won't be here As you shouldn't stay like old cigar You'll only fall into despair -- Don't be a drear, don't be a drear . . .

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