The Tip of My Tongue The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live Momentary, stationary The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live
Hyphenated, suffocated Even the length of a great conversation
Constantly mocking from just out of reach
I'm not very slick, 'cause the words always stick
You see the art of smooth-talking isn't something you can teach
Most of my life I've been tripping and falling
Never recalling the right things to say
Ask for last words and you'll see I'm not joking
'Cause I would die choking, I'm a verbal castaway
Just like Curly, Moe and Larry
What's that word for feeling like my mind is falling out?
Sublimation, abdication
Nothing but extreme frustration
I know the one, it's there on the tip of my tongue
Nearly as useful as shoes on a frog
The words can't be bothered, to flow down like water
So rather than rain I just get a good fog
Brain just seems to be vacated
Gotta find a way to say exactly what I mean
Perspiration, palpitation
Never helps with my narration
It ain't no fun, bein' stuck on the tip of my tongue
Has little relation to what I'll retain
So I'm the best listener, let's get that straight
Your secrets are safe in this labyrinth of a brain
Some things may be best left unsaid
But my vocabulary, seems like it's been left for dead
The tip of my tongue is where most of my thoughts live
Even good jokes seem to slip, slide and fall
If I'm laughing, you'll see that the joke is on me
As long as I'm smiling, 'cause it's funny, after all
Yeah, keep on smiling, 'cause it's very, very funny
As long as I'm smiling, 'cause it's funny, after all
Copyright 2007 Allister Bradley.
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