i been lookin' at my shadow,
i been watching the colors up above
lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
rolling through the rain and hail,
looking for the sunny side of love
- bob dylan / dirt road blues
situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
and i could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
i'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
i'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes
- elliott smith / say yes
how terrible and brief was [your] desire of [me]!
how difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid
the rustling belt of hte sea girdles the shore.
cold stars heave up, black birds migrate
desreted like the wharves at dawn.
only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
oh farther than everything. oh farther than everything.
it is the hour of departure.
-pablo neruda / a song of despair
in song and sound and written word I am expressed
unable to express my self
in song and sound and written word
and i dream
unable to realize my dream
unable to make real my dream
and i live
unable to live
unable to realize I live
and unable to make my life real
(4.1.05)
i been watching the colors up above
lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
rolling through the rain and hail,
looking for the sunny side of love
- bob dylan / dirt road blues
situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
and i could be another fool or an exception to the rule
you tell me the morning after
crooked spin can't come to rest
i'm damaged bad at best
she'll decide what she wants
i'll probably be the last to know
no one says until it shows and you see how it is
they want you or they don't
say yes
- elliott smith / say yes
how terrible and brief was [your] desire of [me]!
how difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid
the rustling belt of hte sea girdles the shore.
cold stars heave up, black birds migrate
desreted like the wharves at dawn.
only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
oh farther than everything. oh farther than everything.
it is the hour of departure.
-pablo neruda / a song of despair
in song and sound and written word I am expressed
unable to express my self
in song and sound and written word
and i dream
unable to realize my dream
unable to make real my dream
and i live
unable to live
unable to realize I live
and unable to make my life real
(4.1.05)
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What gives bro! long time no nothing! sorry have been fucking off way too much.
hope shit is good, and life is giving you the shit you deserve...
stay in touch
AMFYOYO
Gabriel