And now…it's time for a repechage! I meant, a double take! Enjoy!
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 12:
Pink Blur, part two
I'm on top of the world,
No matter where you go,
From Tennessee
To Pearl Harbor,
To Las Vegas,
To Moscow, London, Rome, Paris,
To Sydney,
To Cape Town and Joey Bergerville,
To Tijuana and Rosarito,
To Buenos Aires
All the way to Tokyo,
I'm on top of the world.
Is this a dream?
I don't think it is.
I pinch myself,
Take one cold shower, two, three,
Fourfivesixseveneight,
Until I become a frozen relic
That thaws thusly,
And it just doesn't rub off me.
I'm a female version of Sonic.
Do you believe it?
I can run,
Jump,
Spin dash,
Peel out,
And even whirl in the sky
Like my fiancée.
Stunned,
Shocked,
Confused,
Impatient,
Not waiting
for anything
in this world,
In this life,
In this afterlife,
In heaven, hell, purgatory,
The universe,
I don't wait
For nothing
In anything.
And yet,
and yet,
I am an ordinary person
That does ordinary things
extraordinarily well.
I leave my hammer behind,
And head for the Green Hills,
The old stomping grounds
Where Sonic used to roam.
And there, I run on the loops,
Peel out over the clearings,
The sun shining,
The Flickies singing,
The whales leaping,
The gals sipping their mai tais
In their bikinis and thongs and what not,
And I have never felt
So much alive.
I float like an angel,
A spirit swathed in lace.
This has become
An insane basket case.
I am here one second,
And gone without a trace.
I am ready to roll,
And ready to race.
I have wind in my hair,
And dirt on my face.
I'm ready to rock the Casbah,
And take my place
In the sands of history.
At my own pace.
Just wait Sonic,
I will be faster than you.
I will be your equal.
I will be you,
You will be me.
We will be one.
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End Chapter 12.
"I never felt so much a-like…" -London Calling (The Clash)
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 12:
Pink Blur, part two
I'm on top of the world,
No matter where you go,
From Tennessee
To Pearl Harbor,
To Las Vegas,
To Moscow, London, Rome, Paris,
To Sydney,
To Cape Town and Joey Bergerville,
To Tijuana and Rosarito,
To Buenos Aires
All the way to Tokyo,
I'm on top of the world.
Is this a dream?
I don't think it is.
I pinch myself,
Take one cold shower, two, three,
Fourfivesixseveneight,
Until I become a frozen relic
That thaws thusly,
And it just doesn't rub off me.
I'm a female version of Sonic.
Do you believe it?
I can run,
Jump,
Spin dash,
Peel out,
And even whirl in the sky
Like my fiancée.
Stunned,
Shocked,
Confused,
Impatient,
Not waiting
for anything
in this world,
In this life,
In this afterlife,
In heaven, hell, purgatory,
The universe,
I don't wait
For nothing
In anything.
And yet,
and yet,
I am an ordinary person
That does ordinary things
extraordinarily well.
I leave my hammer behind,
And head for the Green Hills,
The old stomping grounds
Where Sonic used to roam.
And there, I run on the loops,
Peel out over the clearings,
The sun shining,
The Flickies singing,
The whales leaping,
The gals sipping their mai tais
In their bikinis and thongs and what not,
And I have never felt
So much alive.
I float like an angel,
A spirit swathed in lace.
This has become
An insane basket case.
I am here one second,
And gone without a trace.
I am ready to roll,
And ready to race.
I have wind in my hair,
And dirt on my face.
I'm ready to rock the Casbah,
And take my place
In the sands of history.
At my own pace.
Just wait Sonic,
I will be faster than you.
I will be your equal.
I will be you,
You will be me.
We will be one.
******************
End Chapter 12.
"I never felt so much a-like…" -London Calling (The Clash)