To be the motion actor,
Two broken strings, attracted,
To groom my face in life and doom
Hesitate to throw a coin in,
A wish could be a bad thing,
My mouth is just a ocean of drool
Standing on the bridge I
Wink at you from up high
A talking fish comes as she moves
I want to be like water
And never need a doctor
And carve the earth without my tools
Do it all
All the things that I relate to well,
Like authors and painters
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To be the motion actor,
Two broken strings, attracted,
To groom my face in life and doom
Hesitate to throw a coin in,
A wish could be a bad thing,
My mouth is just a ocean of drool
Standing on the bridge I
Wink at you from up high
A talking fish comes as she moves
I want to be like water
And never need a doctor
And carve the earth without my tools
Do it all
All the things that I relate to well,
Like authors and painters
Transparent paper Read more…
To be the motion actor,
Two broken strings, attracted,
To groom my face in life and doom
Hesitate to throw a coin in,
A wish could be a bad thing,
My mouth is just a ocean of drool
Standing on the bridge I
Wink at you from up high
A talking fish comes as she moves
I want to be like water
And never need a doctor
And carve the earth without my tools
Do it all
All the things that I relate to well,
Like authors and painters
Transparent paper Read more…
When all this mess will get me down we’ll depart from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line the sidewalk’s full of merchandise
My nervous tick has got to quit my cheeks are chewed down to the bit
Up on the roof they’re still around the hustling crowds still reach down
I go up there and light a leaf and wish our turn was next week
All pared off in a summer month that’s back inside a haunted house
I pack my Read more…
There isn’t much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
But with a little girl, and by my spouse,
I only want a proper house
I don’t care for fancy things
Or to take part in the freshest wave,
But to provide for mine who ask
I will, with heart, on my father’s grave
On my father’s grave
(On your father’s grave)
I don’t mean to seem like I
Care about material things,
Like a social status,
I just want
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Met a dancer
Who was high in a field
From her movement
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn´t stop that spinning force
I felt in me
Everything around seemed to giggle glee
She walked up with a flower and I cared
Saw the dancer
Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythms
But I´m always away for weeks
That pass slow my
Mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who´ll dance despite anything
I walk out in the flowers and feel better
If I could just leave Read more…
I’m on a highway
I take a mental picture
Of the place that I live
Now it’s living in me
On a highway
Thinking of the one who
I left alone and hoping
I don’t know how I’m coping
On a highway
I let the bad things taunt me
Why do they want to haunt me?
I don’t know how they find me
On a highway
I’ll watch the singing driver
Only speak with fingers
He mouths the words he should say
On a highway
Two pretty lady passengers
Their toes against the window
Are Read more…
does anyone in here get hit
with inside fever?
so bad sometimes it’s hard
to move around
they’ll show you all the things
you are not doing
instead of helping you they’ll
lock you out
and you’re whining you shouldn’t waste your money
but the couch fibers keep you inside
so I’m so sorry I came in
late this evening
but all the clocks around
the town had died
and all the fruit store’s colors
were so bright
with couples smiling
cooking things tonight
and what were all those
troubles on my mind
oh I took Read more…
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