Wednesday, 5 August 2015

these melodies

the sun is shining on your lover's bald
you think it's romantic, but it's only a fraud
the lamp is shining on your mother's face
you think you're her son, you're just a disgrace

14/05/2012

Is all I do nowadays, lie on the bedroom floor with eyes closed.
Sometime there's music, sometimes not.
Yes, I'm very lonely, yes, pictures all over the floor.
It goes on and on and on and on and on.

02/12/2011


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