The Framed 1’s Life

Its 4 AM. I’m drunk and listening to Scarborough Faire endlessly.

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

After watching Sam Peckinpah’s Strawdogs, drunk as it is, I decided to play the drunk.

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

That’s when an ad hoc soul searching commenced.

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

And I dare ripped my gut out to a priestess on the spot

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Confessing that I am lost

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

Knowing not where to go

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

I can see them all

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

But I’m still lost

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

So I decided to download Kazaa

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

And listen to another version of the song

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

I’m still drunk.

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

And wishing to be back in my islands.

Parsely, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

But all I have are the ifs. Like the song’s.

Then she’ll be a true love of mine

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