Changing partner part of biological life cycle

black dog lyrics

Serious researchers have demonstrated that if you listen to a song, one of the following three things can happen: you pay attention to the melody without caring about the lyrics, or you focus on the lyrics without caring about the melody, or you pay attention to both the lyrics and the melody without being interested in either of them. And this happens because tortured poets department anthology is part of biological life cycle

I don't know in which of the situations mentioned above I listened to the song 'The Black Dog Bar' created by pop megastar Taylor Swift (The Anthology), but I can share the outcome of this adventure with you, an experience related to tortured poets department. Let's see my performance:

From the very beginning, things seemed to have a clear anthology
I was the one sharing secrets with you.
But that only happened until the moment when
you forgot to update your whereabouts
and left me alone
in a place where the absolute master was a black dog
and you, my partner,
instead of protecting me,
grabbed a drill from under the table
and started poking holes in my heart.

(By the way, what an ugly and loathsome habit!)

But what I can't understand
is why you ignore the black dog.
I can accept you being indifferent to me
but what has the dog done to deserve such enmity from you?

Accidentally,
someone nearby plays or hops on one foot
failing to do anything.
because he's young and inexperienced
and can only emit screams
that attract attention.

My heart, full of holes,
is now deeply shattered by unspoken yearnings.
I would like to open it again for you,
but it's impossible because there's nothing left of it,
just the holes and the drill.

It is also part of biological life cycle.

It was sheer madness
not to miss me in the shower.
I am still serious
and I would need a courageous partner
as envisioned in well-laid plans,
but my rain-soaked body
longs for a true smoke
while the one from the previous song stanza
continues to jump up on its own
and emits shrill screams.

To get out of this dirty mess
I started burning all the clothes,
only the tragic weave of our dreams remained
lost in suffocating
and foul-smelling smoke.
I think that's why the dog left too,
even though it was black,
it tucked its tail between its legs
and willingly entered an esoteric anthology.

The Anthology of black dog lyrics says all's fair in love and poetry