It’s been quite some time since I posted anything on this blog. And in that span of time, I’ve finished reading a few books, recorded three or so songs, run five kilometers a day in my dreams. Things haven’t been all rosy, though; I’ve been through tough times too.
So, what does a guy with a load to carry do? Picasso painted Guernica. Hemingway wrote For Whom The Bell Tolls. Ginsberg breathed out Howl. Brokensauce recorded “Watermelon”. And since I trust that a lot of you, my readers, are lyrics people, I leave it up to you to find deeper meaning in these words:
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon fresh from Spain
Watermelon aeroplane
Watermelon it’s insane
Watermelon leaves a stain
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon is my cry
Watermelon hear me sigh
Watermelon run and hide
Watermelon deep inside
Watermelon gives me pain
Watermelon place the blame
Watermelon drum and bass
Watermelon in your face
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon girl and boy
Watermelon Chi Ming Tsoi
Watermelon praise the Lord
Watermelon laser sword
Watermelon, apple pie
Apple pie, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Watermelon, watermelon
Water
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