We live and die with our opinions I`m not saying it`s not anything It`s just not everything If a problem doesn`t stare you back Then maybe it`s not worth
you open up, stay right here, when you look down you slide. Keep the pace for every move, when it goes too fast. Take the place the absentee,
: What's with the sweat and nervous smile Looks like your pain's gonna kill us all Just like a gun don't care at all Feel's like your justice it made
Hill. Up a sleeping street and into 303. Want more of you rubbed off on me so for the summer months I'll just get marked absentee
What's with the sweat and nervous smile Looks like your pain's gonna kill us all Just like a gun don't care at all Feel's like your justice it made us
the absentee Lord, this country's changed so fast The future is the present The present's in the past Highways are in litigation The airports disagree God bless the absentee God bless the absentee
A million candles line these streets. Back home theres just melted wax on the concrete and I recall a heart so pure it that ceased to beat. I haven't
Mend the sea on this floating tin can On the branch i bend This swollen page is a yawning friend Through the straw i stem Reframe and cut this, ailing
: Here I am Red high heels Yellow dress Perfect nails Lips like velvet Don?t you want me, baby? I?ve been here and back again It never answers
: I wasn't even ready to say goodbye, It seemed like that kiss lasted forever But didn't last long enough, You are the hope that resides in me I hope
: Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee
: Why you're up in here starting drama? Beauty got the bottie with a curve like... We can disappear into my... until tomorrow We can go... Think that
: Dans les economique, Dans la metaphysiques, Dans les trop vieux combats, Je m'en sortirai pas. Au gre des connections, Les millions, les questions
nos absents. Nos absents sont toujours la, a l'esprit et dans nos souvenirs. Sur ce film de vacances, sur ces photos pleines de sourires. Nos absents
: I. Her Man's Been Gone Her man's been gone For night on a year He was due home yesterday But he ain't here Her man's been gone For night on a year
: This is how we fuck up.... intimacy. An illusion to a lapse. A hiding space within fatigue Where bitter-blue-lips sink ships And smug against such
: Mi manchi e la luna lo sa mi manca l'agguato dell'alba mi manca la tua bocca irriverente...mi manchi mi manca il tuo corpo stralunato mi manca il tuo
: (John Stewart) When you've been away from the color of the sky, when you've been away for a long time You will see it true. It's a different shade