how foolish of me to think she could love me how foolish of me to want her to how stupid and vain, how insane but what a good lump to wander through don
i left the flat cause it felt like home ordered wine and sat down to write you a poem the words came easy, the words came strong the poem would be good
you have the eyes of a hawk and you see me through but the words of my songs are not all about you and this body doesn't even belong to me your hands
i want a hotel room with class square ice cubes in my glass no colds for me to catch extra channels i won't watch and a window to the west [window to
I read the script of Unbreakable on a rainy morning it described the state of mind that I was born in I've seen a lot of monkeys on walls and ignore the
gate 9 and before we go, resting in the armchair black velvet and i can hear from your headphones to where i am: sonic youth. and did i tell you: "it'
[burn baby baby] i pet my dog i make some coffee i put a seven inch on the way it has to be i sing a song i call my brother andre seems like he's having
and you said you didn't care about distance that being miles apart didn't make any difference i told you i was slow and you thought that it was fun and
i stood so proud on top of the cliff my knees were hard, my legs were stiff the sun wept me but i didn't feel it an ant was climbing up my heel, it tackled
in the summer camp, down by the hill i'll get some time to think laying down on the pier, throwing stones to the lake one stone for everything that i
you were talking to me and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey fruit and bread you know what: everybody dies in august when no-one cries or in someone
some of them grow weed, some of them hold list some of them succeed, some of them risk it i'm just improving myself, i'm just improving myself i'm teaching
they were seeking in vain an unbelievable waste of time there's no wonder if i feel it that close to me now then it's certainly not that far i thought
I had to leave you and go away but I think about you everyday and in the morning and the afternoon I wish that i could see you soon when i held you
when deers come close to man, it's out of fear and not for fun I knew by the age of ten there wasn't a god under the sun your drives and intentions are
i'm looking at the bird working like an architect i'm looking at the bird working like an architect i'm looking at the little bird working like a little
There was blood on my hands & hair on my cheeks I hadn't got a shave in twenty-five weeks I cracked the window open, I had a handgun in the backseat You
it all comes down to this: a fragment, a piece whatever you do or say it only makes a difference today... Won't you be a doll and open a jar of pickles