terça-feira, 25 de agosto de 2009

and store your shape


I'm broken down
You caved my karma in
I'm staying up
Waiting for you like a fool

You made me forget
About all the dreams I kept
I keep your glass hand
By the bed we slept

I can't erase your smokey eyes
Your smothered face
Gripping on my waist
Leaving a ghost
Upon the Oregon Coast

And on the floors
Of a crashes porch

Who can pretend
That there's a beginning without an end?
It ain't contrived
All this magic in our lives
Comes down like a storm
Then drizzles then dies

Your soul is free
But you're the one I need
And you made your deal
But you're still my ideal

And so I wait
And so I choose this fate
And store your shape
In my electric bed

Who can pretend
That there's a beginning without an end?
It ain't contrived
All the magic in our lives
Comes down like a storm
Then drizzles then dies




sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009

Melody Day




O crocodilo.



Os legos.




Foca.


Desfoca.



still crazy after all these years