Bobby Vinton, Mr Lonely
Flies on Shit by Frank Stanford To the gentlemen from the south to the tourists from the north who write poems about the south to the dumb-ass students I’d like to ask one lousy question have you ever seen a regatta of flies sail around a pile of shit and then come back and picnic on the shit just once in your life have you heard flies on shit because I cut my eye teeth on flies floating in shit
Bob Dylan, Love Sick
I'm walking, Through streets that are dead Walking, Walking with you in my head My feet are so tired My brain is so wired And the clouds are weeping Did I, Hear someone tell a lie Did I, Hear someone's distant cry I spoke like a child You destroyed me with a smile While I was sleeping I'm sick of love That I'm in the thick of it This kind of love I'm so sick of it I see, I see lovers in the meadow I see, I see silhouettes in the window I watch them 'til they're gone And they leave me hangin' on To a shadow I'm sick of love I hear the clock tick This kind of love I'm lovesick Sometimes The silence can be like thunder Sometimes I want to take to the road of plunder Could you ever be true? I think of you and I wonder I'm sick of love I wish I'd never met you I'm sick of love I'm tryin' to forget you Just don't know what to do I'd give anything to be with you
"I am a cage in search of a bird." ~ Franz Kafka
"I am free and that is why I am lost." ~ Franz Kafka
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. " ~ Franz Kafka
Peter Doherty & The Puta Madres, Paradise is Under Your Nose
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