Monday, February 23, 2009

But her friend is no where to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

don't analyse

Close your eyes, close your eyes
Breathe the air, out there
We are free, we can be
Wide open

For you I open my eyes
To the beauty I see
We we will pray,
We we will stay
Wide open

Don't analyse
Don't analyse
Don't go that way
Don't lead that way
That would paralyse your evolution

Lalala this greatest moment
Lalala the strangest day
Lalala the greatest love of them all

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

O Alquimista

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it...

Monday, February 16, 2009

the very original



after sooo long..

dudes

Well billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive dont want to stay alive
When youre twenty-five
And wendys stealing clothes from marks and sparks
And freedys got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying were juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I got t rex
Oh brother you guessed
Im a dude dad
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news

Now lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule its a real mean team
But we can love oh yes we can love
And my brothers back at home with his beatles and his stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag too many snags
Now Ive drunk a lot of wine and Im feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Yeah
Im a dude dad
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear ya)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (what dudes)

Carry the news (lets hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (I want you)
Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front)
Carry the news (now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (Ive wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (there you go)
Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel)
Carry the news

Friday, February 13, 2009

victor hugo

Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high.
Children before their fleshly birth
Are lights alive in the blue sky.
In our light bitter world of wrong
They come; God gives us them awhile.
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
And his forgiveness in their smile.
Their sweet light rests upon our eyes.
Alas! their right to joy is plain.
If they are hungry Paradise
Weeps, and, if cold, Heaven thrills with pain.
The want that saps their sinless flower
Speaks judgment on sin's ministers.
Man holds an angel in his power.
Ah! deep in Heaven what thunder stirs,
When God seeks out these tender things
Whom in the shadow where we sleep
He sends us clothed about with wings,
And finds them ragged babes that weep!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

HIT ME!

Wake me up, I'm about to give it up.
Hey hurry up, latley it's been hard enough.
Try to shut me up, when you now you should wish me luck.
And you could beat me up, I'm heading for the top.

Hit me hard. hit me right between the eyes.
Wanna see the stars. hit me, hit me!

Wanna nice surprice. a dress thats black and tight.
Wanna see the lights, it takes me through the night.
You beat me black and blue, but I can see through you.
You know it's up to you and I can't belive it's true.

Hit me hard. hit me right between the eyes.
Wanna see the stars. hit me, hit me!

Hit me! hit me hard!

Hit me hard. hit me right between the eyes.
Wanna see the stars, hit me, hit me HARDER!!!
I wish i was a Warhol silkscreen
Hanging on the wall
Or Little Joe, or maybe Lou
I'd love to be them all.
Then all New York City's broken hearts
And secrets would be mine
I'd put you on a movie reel
And that would be just fine.