Saturday, March 27, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
what goes around comes around
Is this the way it's really going down?
Is this how we say goodbye?
Should've known better when you came around,
That you were gonna make me cry.
It's breaking my heart to watch you run around,
'Cause I know that your living a lie.
That's ok baby 'cause in time you will find
What goes around, goes around, goes around,
Comes all the way back around.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
thoughts...
Well you are the one, the one that lies close to me
Whisper's "Hello. I've missed you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms.
Whisper's "Hello. I've missed you quite terribly"
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly
Now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms.
Roads
Oh can't anybody see?
We've got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm... in the morning light
I feel
No more I can say
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain't right
And surely that ain't right.
vindicated
so turn,
up the corners of your lips,
part them and feel my fingertips.
Trace the moment, fall forever.
Defence is paper thin,
just one touch and I'd be in,
too deep now to ever swim against the current.
So let me slip away.
Friday, March 12, 2010
A song written by Emily Baker
Sitting in a tree,
At London Liverpool street, ironic really but I don't want to register,
With the common sense deputies on tv.
I can see you falling from the aeroplane taking one to the moon.
Waving from the underground with volcanos exploding in my mind,
But you don't want me, coz i'm waiting for what....
For stereotypical entities registered with common sensor deputies.
Smoking is bad so light up a joint, sitting on a park bench middle of the night,
See my point?
No didn't think so.
Herbal tea, verbal me's,
Can't you see the timetable of the world.
Follow me, I'm wearing new trainers,
The state of oblivion no alcohol please.
At London Liverpool street, ironic really but I don't want to register,
With the common sense deputies on tv.
I can see you falling from the aeroplane taking one to the moon.
Waving from the underground with volcanos exploding in my mind,
But you don't want me, coz i'm waiting for what....
For stereotypical entities registered with common sensor deputies.
Smoking is bad so light up a joint, sitting on a park bench middle of the night,
See my point?
No didn't think so.
Herbal tea, verbal me's,
Can't you see the timetable of the world.
Follow me, I'm wearing new trainers,
The state of oblivion no alcohol please.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
gamble
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