The Great Gatsby - commentary
As the trick of the one girl who saw them meet
It wasn’t under the tree of giving rocks to the head
It wasn’t the work of god’s angel instead
What took them in was the administered
Into the art that was living standard minister
A final sought after lone wolf that could be sinister
You knew what I said in the car look at my tire tread
It could be the fact that life isn’t cool hearted snakes
Snacking on rattlesnake is a deadly habit too weird bet
It was as if the calmness of the lake took him to cow bells
It was the Loch Ness monster on his hells of dream world
Look in the calm swirls of the ocean to find the pearls
Chuck, Chuck , Chuck was all I heard
Then came a furious roar of a thunderous mundane thread of yarn
It was the curious roadster held in the barn
What did they do to mention his name synonymous with Tom Sawyer
All could be fought after the war was over
It could be the best of the best in terms of sins in the foyer
Time was ticking to get the blast of me in dover
It was a cold winter and what let the bird in haywire was sickening
It could have known what was the interest of damn frolicking
It was the cave man who told them about the cool curry floating
Beneath waters edge
Time to see the going going gone tradition of playing telephone man
It is time to reason why the girl let him in on the call towards pits
A apricot season opposed to a camel jockey leading the pack
Dogs of war, dogs of war they said in conjunction with packing lead
All of the monkeys brains were placed in a hole in the table
And shattered their inner monkeys it was a favor to a saint
The sinner took pride in the world of finding the paint to cover
It was she who knew them to be lovers
What felt as a pewter amulet was into the realms of alien thought
It was the good vibrations under his feet that led them down to feed
The volcanoes that blundered the Mississippi river for catfish
It could be all they could relish
In fact it was the faith of the reckoning of blue horizons
The endless days of heat in the work of knowing the cool nights
It was afterall the dead of summer squash
Not playing tennis anyone?
He wasn’t the god in the name of few trails that could be happy
It was the worst delivery that told them to not be sappy
