Wild Wood. . . |
High tide - mid afternoonPeople fly by in the traffics boomKnowing - where you're blowingGetting to where you should be going.Don't let them get you downMaking you feel guilty aboutGolden rain bring y... Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 06:24:00 GMT |
Endings - |
Things do not explode,they fail, they fade,as sunlightfades from the flesh,as the foam drains quick in the sand,even love's lightning flashhas no thunderous end,it dieswith the soundof flowers fading ... Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:24:00 GMT |
mush(ing) |
I heard there was a secret chordthat David played and it pleased the Lordbut you don't really care for music, do you?well it goes like this the fourth, the fifththe minor fall and the major liftthe ba... Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:07:00 GMT |
obliqui pensieri passati... |
qualcuno lo ha detto, scritto, pensato.eppure chi ha dovuto trovare e sfondare a la porta della propria coscienza, e passarne la soglia per trovare solo rovine? facile. facile applaudire dalla tribun... Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 10:51:00 GMT |
guts. |
May Cod(?!) Save Us From This... Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:40:00 GMT |