no no no no no no no no no no no no. no more. . it's gonna be sudden. it's gonna be strange. i'm gonna turn on a dime. give you 5 cents change. it's gonna be long.
no no no no no no no no no no no no. no more. . it's gonna be sudden. it's gonna be strange. i'm gonna turn on a dime. give you 5 cents change. it's gonna be long.
Search your profile. For a translation. I study the conversation. Like a map. 'cause I know there is strength. In the differences between us. And I know there is comfort.
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled. She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot. Alone in the city infested with faces. Immune to new friendships. . Interested in places she's never seen.
I was born to two immigrants. Who knew why they were here. They were happy to pay taxes. For the schools and roads. Happy to be here. They took it seriously.
Thirty-three years go by. And not once do you come home. To find a man sitting in your bedroom. That is. A man you don't know. Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:.
You're a wild one. I like your smile. You do amazing things. And I can't believe you're everything. . You've got perfect fingers. A velvet voice. Your eyes hold the key.
I'll be your biggest fan. I will be your fool. I'll be your exception. To whatever the rule. And I ain't the type to bitch. I ain't the type to cry. I'll sit at your red light and wait.
Millennium theater. Get out there and buy that water and gas. Ramadan, orange alert. Everybody put on your gas mask. First leak it out about the president.
you wandered in. to the forest. followin. that shiny red ball. and by the time. you looked up. you were lost. but that's not all. you confused your journey.
in order to say thank you to you. i must do it intentionally. but tonight with every breath. i can feel my death. as sure as i can feel my knees. . you are my modulation.
Most of the time I'm clear focused all around. Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path, I can read the sign. I can stay right with it, and the road unwinds.
When I was four years old, they tried to test my I.Q.. They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear. They said, "Which one is different? It does not belong".
My name is Lisa Kalvelage, I was born in Nuremberg. And when the trials were held there nineteen years ago. It seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation all to blame.
I know so many white people. I mean, where do I start?. The trouble with white people. Is you can't tell them apart. . I'm so bad with names. And dates and times.
They told you your music could reach millions. The choice was up to you. You told me they always pay for lunch. And they believe in what I do. And I wonder if you'll miss your old friends.
I hate you sometimes. But I love to be your queen. You are my muse. Got me smoking nicotine. . I watch you sometimes. From oh so far away. But I can't forget you.
Girl, what are you gonna do with this time?. You are on your own with a question on your mind.. Ain't it a funny thing to accept that you are the worst company that you have ever kept?.
The warmth of north main street. Shows me how I took myself through. Illogical landscapes with you. Scribbling on napkins in foreign ports. All sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore.
I am not a pretty girl,. That is not what I do.. I ain't no damsel in distress,. And I don't need to be rescued.. . So, so put me down punk.. Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair?.