Believable and conversational deep sincere spoken word poem
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
stop all the clocks cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, bring out the coffin. Let the Mourners come at the airplane circle, moaning overhead, scribbling on the sky. The message He is dead put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves. A traffic policeman where black cotton gloves He was my north, my South, my east and west. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon, my midnight, my talk. My song. I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong. The stars are not wanted. Now Put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun. Horror away the ocean and sweep up the wood for nothing. Now can ever come thio any good.