Like a Horse and Carriage

Stove and porridge, stove and porridge
Both are objects of close watch and worryage
This I tell you, brother,
You can’t have one without the other

Stove and porridge, stove and porridge
Go together like leftover and fridge
Raid your local pantry
And you will see it’s aliment’ry

OK, so „leftover and fridge“ doesn’t really scan all that well, but I like it nevertheless.

Rush

I’m running on empty and I’m going fast
I don’t know how much longer I can last
I know I’ll drop if I stop so I’d better run
This is utter madness and a lot of fun

I haven’t slept for days and I’m tired as hell
My mind is a haze and the world as well
There’s so much to do and so little time
I don’t really care, I’m just feeling fine

I’m breathing deeply,
I’m breathing deeply,
I embrace
the
air!

I can hardly walk and I sure can’t think
There’s another dawn and the sky turns pink
One more night has passed and I’m still not done
Keep the sugar high, keep on going on

(burning out, burning brightly)

My system’s flushed with adrenaline,
I got bloodshot eyes and a manic grin
If I crash my bike, if I hug a tree,
I won’t feel a thing, it won’t bother me

I’m breathing deeply,
I’m breathing deeply,
I embrace
the
air!

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Note: the greater part of this popped into my head one morning while I was hurtling through city traffic at breakneck speed on my way to some appointment or other. The combination of sleep deprivation, about a pound of chocolate, a tight schedule and the sudden onslaught of oxygen and adrenaline triggered a nice high.

Unfortunately, the band I was singing in at the time broke up before I could bring this up during practice, but I’m still hoping to get back to it someday. Would need a drummer like Johannes, though…