sábado, 27 de marzo de 2010
Stay together 4 the kids
So here's your holiday. hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away. it was mine. so when you're dead and gone. will you remeber this night, twenty years now lost. it's not right.
First Date
In the car I couldn't wait. To pick you up on our very first date. Is it cool if i hold your hand? Is it rong if it think it's lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that i didn't know what to wear? I'm just scared of what you think. You make me nervous so i really can't eat. Let's go, Don't wait, The nights almost over. Honest, Let's make this night last forever. Forever and ever, Let's make this night las forever.
martes, 2 de marzo de 2010
Behind
A daydream spills from my corked head , Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left to nod over sleeping waves , Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candle swans , Slowly drift across wax ponds , The men all played along to marching drums , And boy did they have fun, behind the sea .They sang , so our matching legs are marching clocks , And we’re all too small to talk to God , Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God , Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock , Jinxed things ringing as they leak , Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk , Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch , Sprouting suns and ageless daughters , Don't you know, don't you know , That those watermelon smiles , Just can’t ripen underwater? , Just can’t ripen underwater? The men all played along to marching drums , And boy did they have fun, behind the sea They sang, so our matching legs are marching clocks And we’re all too small to talk to God , Yeah, we’re all too smart to talk to God .Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to God Ooohhh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Floating flocks of candle swans , Slowly drift across wax ponds , The men all played along to marching drums , And boy did they have fun, behind the sea .They sang , so our matching legs are marching clocks , And we’re all too small to talk to God , Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God , Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock , Jinxed things ringing as they leak , Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk , Scarecrow now it’s time to hatch , Sprouting suns and ageless daughters , Don't you know, don't you know , That those watermelon smiles , Just can’t ripen underwater? , Just can’t ripen underwater? The men all played along to marching drums , And boy did they have fun, behind the sea They sang, so our matching legs are marching clocks And we’re all too small to talk to God , Yeah, we’re all too smart to talk to God .Oh, we’re all too smart to talk to God Ooohhh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs , Waves of wooden legs
Boring
Boring , everything is boring , And every day is the same , Every day is exactly the same. Boring , all of us are bored , Every day is exactly the same , Exactly the same as before. Oh what , oh what are you boring me for? It's up to you , to find something to do , It's useless and boring , don't wanna be bored anymore , Oh what are you boring me for? Nothing , nothing is as boring , Boring as you , nothing is as boring as you. Wasted , time is less effective , Then growing less attractive to you , There is nothing new anymore. Oh what , oh what are you boring me for? It's up to you, to find something to do , It's useless and boring , don't wanna be bored anymore , Oh what are you boring me for? It's up to you , to find something to do , It's useless and boring , don't wanna be bored anymore , Oh what are you boring me for? Oh-oh , anymore, What are you boring me... for?
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