The Swing

Theme of the week commands: the rhythm of time and its ups and downs. Be as it may, how tragically ironic that Michael Hutchence got so severely depressed he chose to end it all by hanging himself — even though his last partner (who also left this world) claimed it was a self-sex game known as “the swing” that went wrong (???!!!). Rather creepy. Rest in peace, Michael.

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It's the swing —
It's the swing like a pendulum,
It marks the moments as the years go by
On an innocent face —
The swing
Into never Neverland.

There was a darkness
Like an old friend
That scratched and crawled
Up the wall
Into my life,
Into my destiny,
Into my desire.

It's the swing —
It's the swing like a pendulum,
So look behind you
When the race has run
And the winner is made —
The swing
Into never Neverland.

There was a darkness
Like an old friend
That scratched and crawled
Up the wall
Into my life.

Well it's the swing —
The swing like a pendulum
Between the kisses
And between the lines
There is nothing to hide —
The swing
Into never Neverland.

The swing into never never land
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Into my destiny
Into my desire

Yeah, the swing —
It's the swing like a pendulum...

It's the swing —
It's the swing like a pendulum...

It's the swing.

Original text by MICHAEL HUTCHENCE
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