quinta-feira, janeiro 01, 2009

Stories From the Bar


To the bar where I wish
That I could end this
Start
Here with all my vices I
Fall in the jar and it
Seems I am in this
Path
In between disguises I
To the bar and I lose
Me in my pictures
Half
Head in two devices I
Pause when they come in a
Million different pieces
Darts
Wearing different sizes

I dreamt I was a letter
Telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where
The wild things are

To the start where I know
I’ll never end this
Path
Here with all my vices I
Laugh as they drum to the
Sound of monkey voices
Past
Where I left my toy singers
Climb the mast, cos I know
That I can win this
Blast
Almost scratching heaven I

I dreamt I was a letter
Telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where
The wild things are

I dreamt I was a letter
Telling stories from the bar
Sailing a canoe to where
The wild things are

To the barge that is waiting
For my choices
Fast
Run to kubla promises
Wear feline masks, we’ll go
Sailing through the moons eye
Glass
Love will rule my left hand sky

(Infadels)

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1 Comments:

Blogger Nuno Guronsan said...

Very groovy...
Ou então é o efeito conjunto do beneron com o atarax...

:)))

Beijos de novo ano.

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