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| The Sandbox. Syd Barrett's little diddy "Bike" was always a favourite Syddity of mine, I knew I wanted it to inspire me but I guess I had to wait a bit for it to ^_^; This is a song that was in face, inspired by Bike and the early sound of "The Pink Floyd" It's a little short, but I hope it pleases. The Sandbox We're gonna skip away When we have the time to play It's time to let our dreams go free. You are you, and I am me Come on, Chap I'll race you to the tree. We're on top of the world Nothing can bring us down. And when you're around You turn my little frown upside down. We trust... nothing can seperate us. But then I see her by the sandbox. With her little dress and her golden locks. She's so keen, but I'm unseen... It was never meant to be. I see your worried glance... When I don't play kickball And think about romance.. NO SIR! What do you take me for? I'd never leave my best pal Even for the angel I adore But I see her by the sandbox With her little dress and her golden locks. She's so keen, but I'm unseen... it's almost obscene. Confusion starts, be still my beating heart. The giggles and the questions just rip me apart. She likes you, do you like her? Her, or my friend... which one do I prefer? What happened? We were on top of the world... Nothing could bring us down But this thing called love... push came to shove Now my frown isn't upside down... We're so young, we have so much time My childhood was at it's prime... We're now hand in hand by the sandbox... There's still her little dress and her golden locks. She loves me, I love she... But why do I feel so empty? Then I saw him crying near the sandbox sitting by himself with his building blocks.
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| Re: The Sandbox. Quote:
Thanks for the poem FBKness
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