11/26/2008
A home song - 7
The legend of Sago Lane
She’s the legend of Sago Lane
A haunting figure of the past
Before the sunrise she was there
Heaving and pushing her towering wares
She had no recollection of her years
Did not remember anyone that was dear
What she did today, tomorrow and thru the years
She did the same everyday, and every year
She could be a good looker for all you know
The darling daughter of a mother, we were told
Or the pride of some dashing suitors already past
Never would she know how things had gathered dust
Her stature had diminished with the ravages of time
Standing with a stiff hunch, she was half her height
With cardboards stacked high in her cart
Stretching her neck, she could see not much ahead
Chorus
In a city without tears
Where the wealthy indulged all thru the years
Parties and celebrations in glittering lights
There’s another world in the city,
under the amber glow of backstreet lights.
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6 comments:
Hell no... it can't be Phil Collins' 'another day in paradise'
wow, i be glad if it is another day in paradise. i will be very rich.
can't remember how the lyrics go.
oh, just took a peep on the lyrics.
think mine are all too long. maybe i should shortened them a little.
cheers.
A great idea for a theme night at that famous boutique hotel would be a "Death House Gala". All those gay fans of Sago Lane can dress up and party gaily all night long.
I'll bet not too many people have ever seen the inside of a Sago death house. I have. It's an experience I'll never forget... however I'm sure a little musical tribute is in order.
Afterall, death is the best of all entertainment experiences!
thank god for being dumb!:)
the new version of sago lane is called hospices. the days when the immigrants were lonely souls, without families, and when death is calling, sago lane was the place to go.
they went, and every day waiting....
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