love maker
inner peace taker
been playing house
with a home wreckin faker
gets what he wants
and yeah hes got it
rips off the tag
as soon as he bought it
I trust you
about as far as you can throw me
I trust you
to act like you don't know me
so choke me up now
get me in a bind
so maybe I can stop
wasting my breath
in rhyme
drown me drown me drown me
till I cant breathe nothin but water
and leave me so far down
ill be the sea kings daughter.
vuoto
vuoto come ti pare...
bites from my side
mi sdraio nel centro del mare
Monday, January 18, 2010
forbidden fruit creates delicious jams
write me a song
all about me
about all my peaches
takin up your tree
feed from you until were free
nourish you reciprocally
pick me
pick us
take my weight
harvest my branches
how do I taste?
Let my vitamin c
run free
through your viens
kiss me hard
when it gets to your brain
all about me
about all my peaches
takin up your tree
feed from you until were free
nourish you reciprocally
pick me
pick us
take my weight
harvest my branches
how do I taste?
Let my vitamin c
run free
through your viens
kiss me hard
when it gets to your brain
Friday, January 15, 2010
Sconosciuto vascello...Tirami su!
Chiedo al cielo
'perche sei blu?'
Non mi rispondevi
mi hai risposto tu
Sconosciuto vasceletto
vola sopra
il mio tetto
attraversati il mio letto
e tirami su
Chiedo alle nuovole
'perche piove?'
non mi risponde
ma piangono per te
Sconosciuto vascelletto
tieni cura del mio petto
io non sono il maledetto
tirami su
Chiedo al mare
'Cosa devo fare?'
"Come ti pare!
tirati su!"
Sconosciuto vascelletto
ricordati questo detto
'more mio io ti aspetto
tiraci su...
'perche sei blu?'
Non mi rispondevi
mi hai risposto tu
Sconosciuto vasceletto
vola sopra
il mio tetto
attraversati il mio letto
e tirami su
Chiedo alle nuovole
'perche piove?'
non mi risponde
ma piangono per te
Sconosciuto vascelletto
tieni cura del mio petto
io non sono il maledetto
tirami su
Chiedo al mare
'Cosa devo fare?'
"Come ti pare!
tirati su!"
Sconosciuto vascelletto
ricordati questo detto
'more mio io ti aspetto
tiraci su...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
He sits and he smiiiiles and he's sippin on gin
he's flippin the pieces again and again
King of Pogville caresses his chin
on the throne in his home
in the high school gym
Cardboard money
the women adore
the words of his mouth
as they fall to the floor
they reach for the coattails
they bow to his cat
his orange advisor
in a silk tophat.
They whisper and giggle
they laugh and they plot
the whole world around
never sees what they've got...
the masses believing their cardboard money
the rose colored glasses
are drippin with honey
he's stickin all over their lips and their eyes
their thoughts and fingers
and sticky sweet cries
he's countin his winnings
again and again
the Prince of the pieces
he sits in his den
he strokes his advisor
his mouth forms a grin
he drifts off to sleep
in the Pogville gym.
he's flippin the pieces again and again
King of Pogville caresses his chin
on the throne in his home
in the high school gym
Cardboard money
the women adore
the words of his mouth
as they fall to the floor
they reach for the coattails
they bow to his cat
his orange advisor
in a silk tophat.
They whisper and giggle
they laugh and they plot
the whole world around
never sees what they've got...
the masses believing their cardboard money
the rose colored glasses
are drippin with honey
he's stickin all over their lips and their eyes
their thoughts and fingers
and sticky sweet cries
he's countin his winnings
again and again
the Prince of the pieces
he sits in his den
he strokes his advisor
his mouth forms a grin
he drifts off to sleep
in the Pogville gym.
traveling love
around my bed
takes my heart and knocks it dead
loving you is like a kick in the head
like seein stars when I'm underfed
traveling love
wont you set me free
holding your deck so I can't ever see
dealing me in
when I try to leave
can't cash out
till im on my knees
traveling love
stop fucking with me
your face is a trap
and ive got to be free.
around my bed
takes my heart and knocks it dead
loving you is like a kick in the head
like seein stars when I'm underfed
traveling love
wont you set me free
holding your deck so I can't ever see
dealing me in
when I try to leave
can't cash out
till im on my knees
traveling love
stop fucking with me
your face is a trap
and ive got to be free.
Monday, April 14, 2008
lonely word vomit
the devil found out all our secrets today.
tricky little bastard
is it fair?
is there any way....
you could ask.
but to who?
look at
little you...
do you dare?
clasp your hands quickly to your beautiful mouth
and hold on tight
let me get a bucket...
now open
and rain on me.
tricky little bastard
is it fair?
is there any way....
you could ask.
but to who?
look at
little you...
do you dare?
clasp your hands quickly to your beautiful mouth
and hold on tight
let me get a bucket...
now open
and rain on me.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
#1 is the loneliest number
There is so much
pile-a -shit
around here
its impossible to see clearly at all.
I seriously don't want or need all the shit that I have.
You want a tiny lamp? Candles?Mirrors with gold frames?
I have twenty pillows
and only one head to rest
but somehow it still refuses to.
And when it tries it is still running, dreams are still playing.
Sometimes nightmares, and now there is
no one
to chase them away. But I'm actually pretty okay with that. I really
feel like miss-big-pants because I can chase them away myself.
But sometimes I think it would be nice to need someone to...
Oh well...I am going to take a bath now...
and dry off with colored towels
that match my colored bath robe
and lie in my bed that is too large for me
because I can
and because I have too much shit
where i live
in apartment number one.
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