the sun is up and the world is flat damn good adress for a rat the smell of blood the drone of flies you know what to do if the baby cries hoist that rag
the barn leaned over the vultures dried their wings the moon climbed up an empty sky the sun sank down behind the tree on the hill there's a killer and he's coming thru the rye but maybe he's the father of that lost little girl it's hard to tell in this light
color of the street life is sweet at the edge of a razor
and I want to know the same thing evryone wants to know how it's going to end
remember this don't let a kiss fool you never marry for love now they're all watching the sea what's lost can never be broken her roots are sweet but they were shallow
but now she's dead she's so dead forever dead and lovely now.
kissed my sweethaert by the chinaballtree everything I done is between god and me only he will judge how my time was spend 29 days of sinning and 40 to repent the horse is steady but the horse is blind wicked are the the branches on the tree of mankind the roots grow upward and the branches grow down it's much too late to throw the dice again I've found
- a mix of lines by T.Waits/Luc
hush my baby baby don't you crie mama's going to take care of you she'll make all of your nightmares come true :mama never knew really why..... - Luc -
Irak Iran Congo Afghanistan .....
de zon is op en de wereld plat een vervloekt goed adres voor een rat de geur van bloed en vliegen verlorenen hebben niet te kiezen krampachtig verrotte lijken dooreengesmeten moeilijk weg te krijgen god's verdoemd cynische streken schijnen alleen hem te helen en wij als neutrale figuren hebben niets te maken met dat genre buren - Luc -
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29-09-2006
So Sweet
29-09-2006 om 18:34
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