Monday, October 10, 2005

Moody Moose blues

Nights incite aching,
Never reaching an end,
Spasms I’m gettin',
They never seem to mend.

Sleep I moreover missed
like the days before,
Just what relieve is
I can’t say anymore.

Causing insomnia,
Yes, insomnia,
Oh, oh, insomnia.

Freely rendered from "Nights in white satin" by the Moody Blues.

To the next post in the "Accident" sequence.

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