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another idiotic song

When I was so little that almost everyone around seemed old
That any tin foil wrapper was like a piece of gold,
I heard somewhere:
Buy a book and read it,
Buy a dress and wear it
Buy a house and love it
Don’t buy people- they’ll never forgive you for being bought

When I was young, pretty and too naïve to understand
You both placed bets on me, you placed the bets and then shook hands,
Didn’t they teach you:
Buy a book and read it,
Buy a dress and wear it
Buy a house and love it,
But don’t buy people, they’ll never forgive you for being bought.

The snow fell and then melt for many years since, new flowers grew and wilt
My life got torn and stitched together like a dizzying patchwork quilt
And now I tell my kids:
Buy a book and read it. 
Buy a dress and wear it
Buy a house and love it
Never buy people, you’ll never be able to wipe off that guilt

I hold a piece of paper and pen, power’s mine, but my hand’s not still
You placed your bets on me, -how come that is me who’s ill?
Didn’t they teach us:
Buy a book and read it
Buy a dress and wear it
Buy a house and love it,
Never buy people- they’ll rise from dead just to see you killed

Flew faraway childhood years, took me with them, funny and bold,
When every foil wrapper shined like a piece of gold
My fire is now hot tumbling embers 
Do you recall your exciting gambling,
Tell me, do you recoil,
When you recall?

They taught us:
Buy a book and read it
They taught us:
Buy a dress and wear it
They taught us:
Buy a house and love it.
But you should never buy people
People, they hate being bought and sold. 

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Oh I do hope that idiotic songs serve some lofty purpose, like clearing way to some chef-d'oeuvre that’s just waiting to be born in me or something, -but hope is hope, and reality is reality, and reality is-I feel some short-lived joy when writing, usually fast and unexpectedly, idiotic songs, and maybe that’s their only purpose,- or maybe there is no purpose at all, and that’s fine too.

Even so I do feel slightly bad, disappointing you like that, because I care, a lot)))

really though, very much yours, with love and squalor

Chen/April

PS I wanted to add a dubious bonus but as it was another idiotic song, just old and in Russian-I thought “хорошенького понемножку”