Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us
Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades
Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades ... oh ...
So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...
the smiths
don't let go
this lady,this...professor.a teacher. a "know it all." she disliked me because i was quite blonde. and she had a degree in studying dead animal bones. with a side of sand.
asking me all these questions that were beyond my senior year of college.
asking me what I knew of love and what it has ever done for me
I am caught between
the inevitble heart quake of 2000 andd forever.
reality.
your smell,laundry soap and quarter sized memories.
OH please...don't.....dont let go yet.
asking me all these questions that were beyond my senior year of college.
asking me what I knew of love and what it has ever done for me
I am caught between
the inevitble heart quake of 2000 andd forever.
reality.
your smell,laundry soap and quarter sized memories.
OH please...don't.....dont let go yet.
see no evil.
| “Emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time.” Jack k. | |
if only
at times, when.
the wilderness is the only-
home i know.
how...how, how,how on earth
the wilderness is the only-
home i know.
how...how, how,how on earth
would
you
prefer me to feel?
notes on my wrist,in ink:that transfer to my cheek by morning. magic.
I lay my head in
the sleepy laps of the Atlantic
Cup shells over my ears
so I can't hear my
mind's transitory nonsense...
Oceans apart
One million grandfather clocks
Through the sweat,the grit-the miles that divide.
The sea and the ship and the difference in time...
let the right ones in
I wish there were more houses in the city.
broken down,wooden,haunted houses.
Sterilized buildings don't get haunted the same way wooden/overgrown ones do.
ugh.
Je ne vous voulez
uncertain of how I arrived on this planet of ----blank
you start reminding me of all my past: memories.
i start to pick,and prowl,the sediment
whispering
I only want you,I only want you, near
near midnight
into a piece of plastic
we gather.
a landline and a box of plans
to have you -hear
even through a
a scratchy telephone wire.
it keeps this together
it knits you next to me
by night,by night
our ears,swimming
in songs of romance
an idealistic fight.
All morning you are thinking :why do I not
cross these boundaries
and in the middle of the day I am waiting
for our moon to come out
so our eyes can see,the same beams?
I look down at these streams,these city puddles and ask myself:
how does love begin and end in vain?
a miracle
a mistake
he gives he gives and he takes away.

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