Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
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Easter Island
Guardin' the carcas we stripped and divided To carve up and covet they wait there alone Keepin' the secret the rest have forgotten and starin' in silence from sockets of stone Built and
Mind’s Eye
What's it take to make the dime drop? All of these kids who think they're quick on the draw Always shooting at outlaws I'm busy keeping my Colt cocked And I'm gonna know
J’me Fou De Tout
Le bien,le mal... Souvent j'les confond Y a le content, j'suis content pour le confort j'm'en cogne fr?re J'veux quitter la c?te d'usure avec mes confr?res, le compte plein, passer la fronti?re
Эко Ладно
Заплакали собаки под забором, И хмурый дядька валенки надел, Бельё полощет тощая девчонка, В сарае поросёнок захрипел. Эко ладно, ну и пусть, Эко ладно, обойдусь. Вдали, у леса что-то колосится, Лосьоном пахнут блёклые цветы, А в клубе нынче
Down For Whatever
[Intro] I'm down for whatever I'm down for whatever When it comes to you I could make love on the floor I'm down for whatever I'm down for whatever Baby let's get creative Cause of you I am