INDIE, BRITT POP MUSIC, literature and I COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT TRAVELLING...
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What's coming up
crawlin' and howlin'
all across your stomach
rage, once again rage.
It will soon turn into a monster
but if you run away on time
things will get better,
such monster will turn into sand
and will rest its bones
just when confusion swallowed us down.
Now your cheekbones will show
our grace made of tender shouts (x2)
THE BLACK BIRD WITH THE GOLDEN BEAK
The other day I saw
an amusing incident
there was a black bird in my garden
the black bird with the golden beak.
He was happy walking on the side
next to the brown grand tree
when he felt danger coming up
an army made of spider showed up.
Spiders all at once said:
'you won't eat us anymore'//'we don't fear you no-more'.
Black bird turned around and said:
'I have a golden sharp beak,
and you won't win, I will'. (x2)
Black bird attacked
all spiders at once,
none was left at last,
the bird grew fat and he couldn't fly.
Still today in the garden remains
the legend of the fat black bird with he golden beak
golden beaked fat black bird.
Spiders all at once said:
'you won't eat us anymore'//'we don't fear you no-more'.
Black bird turned around and said:
'I have a golden sharp beak,
and you won't win, I will'. (x2)
arrrrggggg.....!!!!!!!!
Tipping the Velvet, Fingersmith (Sarah Waters)...
I am either my own Heroe or my own destroyer