quarta-feira, dezembro 26, 2012

descobri por aí o lexicon of love, to-di-nho!

a-z affectionately, 1 to 10 alphabetically. from here to eternity without in-betweens. still looking for a custom fit in an off the rack world? sales talk from sales assistants when all i want to do is lower your resistance. no rhythm in cymbals no tempo in drums. love’s on arrival, she comes when she comes. right on the target but wide of the mark, what i thought was fire was only the spark. the sweetest melody is an unheard refrain. dry your eyes sink or swim you surmise you can’t win, but we all make great mistakes. if i were to say to you “can you keep a secret?” would you know just what to do or where to keep it? would i lie? could i lie? should i lie to you? if you judge a book by the cover then you judge the look by the lover, i hope you will soon recover. me, i go from one extreme to another. sentimental powers might help you now, but skip the hearts and flowers, skip the ivory towers. you’ll be disappointed… and i’ll lose a friend. when your girl has left you out on the pavement and your dreams fall apart at the seams. your reason for living is your reason for leaving. kindest cut’s the cruellest part… when i accepted this job i was resigned to my fate. when I got there early she’d emigrate. when the postman don’t call on valentine’s day. when they find you beached on the barrier reef and the only pleasure treasured is in map relief. when your world is full of string arrangements, when you were mine. when i’m shaking a hand i’m clenching a fist, for if you gave me a pound for all the moments i missed, and i got dancing lessons for all the lips i should kissed: i’d be a millionaire/i’d be a fred astaire. and like the world spinning round on it’s axis, i know what’s small and i know what’s massive. like the phoenix coming back from the ashes, i know what’s good, but i know what trash is. stuck a marriage proposal in the waste disposal. if that’s the trash aesthetic then i suggest we forget it. everything is temporary, written on the sand, looking for the girl that meets supply with demand. 4 ever 2 gether, 4 years 2 come, 4 love 2 strong, 4 us 2 part, forgive and forget, for goodness sake. love’s on the horizon lit by the sun. 9 out of 10 in every case… the cowboys at the rodeo, the rhinestones on that romeo, a sunken ship with a rich cargo, i suppose it only goes to show… me. what’s it like to have loved and to lose her touch? what’s it like to have loved and to lose that much? who got? where’s the? what’s the? i don’t know the answer to that question. who broke my heart? you did… you did…

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