Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Dhani.
Looks like George.
Sounds like George.
He truly IS a Harrison.
Sounds like George.
He truly IS a Harrison.
No matter how much I've repeat the song in my head, i simply can't tolerate how soothing this is.
Nice to know he's not just another talentless prick :D
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
what once was.
Face looks all puzzled
You glance at me for answers
The way you are to me
Darling, I’m like you
At first, I couldn’t see you
I never want to.
I knew what I want,
Or so I thought.
Why did it stop?
You don’t know what it feels like
Thinking about nothing
Thinking about everything
I supposed that’s how it runs
Wrinkled forehead when you smile
Squinted eyes when you are angry
I find it charming when you constantly bite your knees
I didn’t know we are playing tricks on each other
Thinking about nothing
Thinking about everything
And that is that,
Pretty much.
Leashed.
I may be laid upon your hands
But dear, o dear
To be here is so unclear
My oh my nothing is yet feels like this
The bruises are still visible
Then why oh why
The length of time that I undergo
Gives the impression,
that I've been anesthetized
Can you see?
Do you see?
Ceaselessly I am ill-equipped
Vision a leash,
Oh how I fancy that.
But dear, o dear
To be here is so unclear
My oh my nothing is yet feels like this
The bruises are still visible
Then why oh why
The length of time that I undergo
Gives the impression,
that I've been anesthetized
Can you see?
Do you see?
Ceaselessly I am ill-equipped
Vision a leash,
Oh how I fancy that.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Butterflies, zebras, moonbeams and fairytales.
"with a thousand smiles,
she gives to me free"
*it's scary how this song can be so haunting.
she gives to me free"
*it's scary how this song can be so haunting.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Beatnik.
My old man was a bread stasher all his life
He never got fat
He wound up with a used car, a 17inch screen and arthritis
Tomorrow is a drag,man
Tomorrow is a king sized bust.
They cry put down pot
Don't think a lot. For what?
Time. How much and what to do with it.
Sleep, man, and you might wake up digging the whole human race
Giving itself 3 days to get out
Tomorrow is a drag, pops.
The future is a flake.
I had a canary who couldn't sing
I had a cat that let me share my pad with her
I bought a dog that killed the cat
That ate the canary
What is truth?
I had an uncle with an ivy league heart
He had life with a belt in the back
With A button down brain
Wind up a belt in the mouth
And a button down lip
We cough blood on this earth
Now there's a race for space
We can cough blood on the moon, soon.
Tomorrow is dragsville, cats
Tomorrow is king-sized drag.
Tool a fast short
Swing with a gassy chick
Turn on to a 1000 joys
Smile on what happened, or check whats gonna happen
You'll miss whats happening
Turn your eyes inside and DIG the vacuum
Tomorrow Draaaaaaaag *snap*
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
you tell me, Marvin.
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