Fictional Story by Robert - The person in this story has no name but perhaps you know him !
IT AIN’T NO GOOD LIFE BUT IT’S MY LIFE
So goes the
words of the song.
The problem
I have always had was the day after my night life. For I then have to face the
consequences of the night before.
My night
life is easy to define and you can quote me; the ability to imbibe and the
music. They provide my escape from this world.
Who in their
right mind wants to live in this man made mess without these two friends; the
juice of the vine and deliverance melodies.
They serve
as my confessional and priest where all my sins are reduced to the ashes of
mores and swept away by the musical breeze to be seen no more.
“Mine is just another
scene
From the world of broken dreams
And the night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
From the world of broken dreams
And the night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
Sam hit me
again… just make it a double this time for I feel something trying to trouble
my soul and Sam turn up the juke box for I need another song.
Go away
ghosts of the women I’ve wronged. Their image keeps floating by and before I
start to cry; Sam play “To all the girls I have known before”.
To all the girls who
cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before
The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away
Tomorrow is
just a few hours away and I have to face the day… alone without my two friends.
Stones and arrows of “what’s happening” will be flung my way with many striking
their target. I’ve got to get free from this reality, time, time go away, let
it no longer be day for the night life is my life.
When the evenin' sun
goes down
You will find me hangin' 'round
The night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
You will find me hangin' 'round
The night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
Now Sam,
listen now Sam please don’t play it Sam, you know the one, “My mama’s broken
heart”, or I will have to leave… I can’t handle it, Sam don’t.
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