No Dostoevsky Tonight

3 October, 2007 - 7:28am — Inkblot

A song I wrote, sort of to blow off steam.

Some nights I can deal
With Raskolnikov
And such
Some nights it seems
That even Wilde
Is too much

There will be no Dostoevsky tonight
No more Russian angst and blight
I had a bad day, and I'm sorry to say
That I can't read Dostoevsky tonight

Some nights I need calm
So I read Neruda
In the dark
Some nights objects have no effect
So I read that hunting poem
About the Snark

There will be no Dostoevsky tonight
No more Russian angst and blight
I had a bad day, and I'm sorry to say
That I can't read Dostoevsky tonight

Some nights my brain feels addled
So I read Ginsburg
And think
Some nights I feel sad and romantic
So I read Shakespeare
Under the sink

There will be no Dostoevsky tonight
No more Russian angst and blight
I had a bad day, and I'm sorry to say
That I can't read Dostoevsky tonight

I'm sorry to say
It just ended up that way
But I can't read Dostoevsky tonight
Oh, no
No, no, no
No Dostoevsky tonight

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3 October, 2007 - 11:27pm — 5thstory

Nice song! I can't really

Nice song! I can't really believe you wrote a son witt Crime and Punishment in it, totally awesome. I'm a Dostoevsky (Dostoievski down here, oddly enough) fan, just to say so.

" . . . The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it." Charles Dickens

17 October, 2007 - 9:47pm — Andrewgirl3

beautiful, beautiful,

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. It has the rhyming and repetiton that so much modern stuff lacks (seemingly out of distain) but it works very well. :)