How can you give her a name?. When blood and body are the same. To take a breath for her. To make a home for you. We are the only ones she knew. . Rapture.
Body of water. Lightning for eyes. You and I. . Somebody's daughter. Some mother's son. We are one. . You are. That's all that you are that's all that you are.
Everybody loves somebody sometime. Everybody falls in love somehow. Something in your kiss just told me. That sometime is now. . Everybody finds somebody someplace.
À l'ombre des bien pensants, des hypocrites. Il fait bon vivre c'est calme y'a pas de rixes. Il suffira d'être sage et de sourire. Même si t'enrage t'y perds tout ton plumage.
Every string makes it's own tune. The oak tree stands in it's own shadow. I'm alone now. But not without you. . Every bird flies it's own path. The road goes to it's destination.
Edna million in a drop dead suit. Dutch pink on a downtown train. Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot. I'm in the corner on the pouring rain. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest.
THIS ONE IS FOR THE CHILDRENS x2. GIVE THEM THE FOOD AND LET THEM GROW. TELL THEM THE TRUTH AND LET THEM KNOW. THIS ONE IS FOR THE CHILDRENS x2. GIVE THEM THE FOOD AND LET THEM GROW.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.
(Angel, angel, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa). (Angel, angel, whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa). . You are my special angel. Sent from up above. The Lord smiled down on me. And sent an angel to love (to love).
I won't let you down. I will not give you up. Gotta have some faith in the sound. It's the one good thing that I've got. I won't let you down. So please don't give me up.
Les fleurs de rêve obscur secrètent de noirs parfums. Dans la féerie marbrée des crépuscules forains. Théâtre d'harmonie / panorama lunaire. Aux délicieuses lenteurs de cortège funéraire.
Avec nos bidons en fer blanc. On descendait chercher le lait. A la ferme au soleil couchant. Dans l'odeur des soirs de Juillet. On avait l'âge des confitures.
hé ! mec. voici les photos de nos routes. prises d'avion par nuit de brouillard. dans ce vieux catalogue des doutes. aux pages moisies par le hasard. à toujours vouloir être ailleurs.
dans les carnets intimes du messager des runes. l'écriture est en transe & clignote à la une. des mystères / des amants & de leurs infortunes. des adieux .../....
(Happy Xmas Kyoko. Happy Xmas Julian). . So this is Xmas. And what have you done. Another year over. And a new one just begun. And so this is Xmas. I hope you have fun.
Ah -. Ah -. . This is hell in paradise,. We're all asleep or paralyzed.. Why are we scared to verbalize. Our multicolor dreams?. . When will we come to realize,.
Goodbye angel hands in your pockets. Maybe tomorrow maybe you'll come back sometime. She boards a Greyhound, a ticket to Jersey. A grey-colored backpack full of all her belongings.
Saturday. Blue eyes fading. Not a word, not one. You will say. . "It all has changed me.". Now you've gone. Nothing left to see. . Saturday. Sad eyes closing.
She spends her time with other boys. He spends his time fixing cars. She doesn't mind that he's gone. It gives her more time to talk. . He'll come around when he's bored.