Refrain

Musik: Asleep - The Smiths
Kleiden: Blue camisole and blue jeans. Feelin' blue, I guess.
Filme: As before.
Buchen: As before.

In my English Literature class last year we studied a poem called Mariana by Tennyson. I didn't think much to it at first; too reptitive and whiny. However, upon further reading I began to appreciate the way in which a refrain can imitate the way the brain repeats certain phrases over and over. I decided to experiment with this. Here's the result.

Touch Me

I would ask that you don’t touch me
The paint isn’t dry yet
And a single smudge would be
A terrible shame

I would ask that you don’t touch me
See, I’ve been standing still
So long that I have worn
A little hole into the ground

I would ask that you don’t touch me
I can see perfectly well
Right where I am
There is no need for any change

I would ask that you don’t touch me
I am an antique
And you would not want
To have to pay for me, would you?

I would ask that you don’t touch me
For I am very fragile
The slightest bump
Might break me into a million pieces

I would ask that you don’t touch me
For a long time ago
I locked myself up
And I threw away the key

I would ask that you don’t touch me
You shall only be
Sadly disappointed
That there’s not much more to me

So don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me
Please
I would ask that you don’t touch me