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AIRBORNE ALL THE WAY Friday, May 9, 2008
This is the song I wrote about my phone [please see post below].
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today,
For the dear departed, to send it on its way.
For the poor, poor handpone has gone and popped it's clogs,
and we shall bestow upon him many hugs and snogs.
For today, my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
for my phone.
As we prepare all the traditional last rites,
please feel free to stop by and say your "good nights".
For it will be the last time you ever see him,
Because he's gone missing, stolen on a whim.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
The search still goes on as frantically as can be,
while others cry their hearts out heavily,
for everyone just adored my dear old phone,
he was so special, its hard to believe we're alone.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
The sound of prayers wake me from my reverie,
Recountin the old days, when we had fun, you see.
And as I kneel by his effigy one last time,
I vow to track down those that committed this crime.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
I feel too sad to speak as he's being buried,
We shall kill the culprits, everyone agreed.
So we set off with murder still fresh in our mind,
Till now, no sign, we are just too blind.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
Though my exams are just round the corner,
because of him my mind isn't straight and clear.
We've been through lots together, thick and thin,
and now he's dead although I barely scraped my skin.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
Goodbye, my phone.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today,
For the dear departed, to send it on its way.
For the poor, poor handpone has gone and popped it's clogs,
and we shall bestow upon him many hugs and snogs.
For today, my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
for my phone.
As we prepare all the traditional last rites,
please feel free to stop by and say your "good nights".
For it will be the last time you ever see him,
Because he's gone missing, stolen on a whim.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
The search still goes on as frantically as can be,
while others cry their hearts out heavily,
for everyone just adored my dear old phone,
he was so special, its hard to believe we're alone.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
The sound of prayers wake me from my reverie,
Recountin the old days, when we had fun, you see.
And as I kneel by his effigy one last time,
I vow to track down those that committed this crime.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
I feel too sad to speak as he's being buried,
We shall kill the culprits, everyone agreed.
So we set off with murder still fresh in our mind,
Till now, no sign, we are just too blind.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
Though my exams are just round the corner,
because of him my mind isn't straight and clear.
We've been through lots together, thick and thin,
and now he's dead although I barely scraped my skin.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
For today my handphone is gone,
So I have the right to mourn,
For my phone.
Goodbye, my phone.
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