Blue in Green by miles davis is probably the greatest record ever made.
Blue in green , track 3, should be the soundtrack to my life.
Yeah. Blue in green. I just put it on.
Blue in green brings me the unimaginable.
sucking in all thosse romantic gestures
that waitied
ever so patiently.
dim lights
ghostlike flickers of your silhouette
on deep mahogany floors
beneath my feet.
the elegance of your crossed legs,
the smoke rising like chapel vines with the flicked ashes of a cigarette,
hearing your breasts whisper in secret signs.
Blue in green , track 3, should be the soundtrack to my life.
Yeah. Blue in green. I just put it on.
Blue in green brings me the unimaginable.
sucking in all thosse romantic gestures
that waitied
ever so patiently.
dim lights
ghostlike flickers of your silhouette
on deep mahogany floors
beneath my feet.
the elegance of your crossed legs,
the smoke rising like chapel vines with the flicked ashes of a cigarette,
hearing your breasts whisper in secret signs.
I'm just insulted I'd have to stay in the basement. Why not the bedroom? Somewhere my box would be comfortable (you know climate wise.]
...
You don't happen to of anyone willing to chit-chat with the community folk around here, in order to spread the word that I'm a really, REALLY, creepy and perhaps slightly insane, cat lady, do you?
I just can't see it being effective if I'm the one spreading the rumour.
[Edited on Jan 01, 2006 4:20PM]