I had a bike you could ride it if you like
it had a thing to make me sing, so just steal it,
sell it for crack, yeah, don’t bring it back,
I’ve got a stack of bikes in my kitchen.
I’m hitchin’ for trouble or bust yes trust I must
the rust on your wagon.
Taggin’ along don’t know what went wrong
must’ve hitched your wagon to a dragon…
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Me fundo, derretido por este mundo de manía caliente,
ahora puro ente mando las gotitas de lo que era yo
para que vayan a cazar pasiones con ametralladora
pero lo que les (me) digo no les (me) importa…
ya escuchan la locura
la locura me adora
y su amor-sutura me hiere con su picadura-aguja moral
pero no hay cura en la agora
que me convence que su dios vence mi malaise
je suis mal à la aise
queasy as what’shisface’s disciple drinking cool-aid
entering a new phase
too tired to graze
too wired to stay unphased
wordplay is all I can neigh
wish you Word here
and wish your Word were not so queer
and wish the swishy-gishy-sloshy way of the World were not such a brain-smear
ahora puro ente mando las gotitas de lo que era yo
para que vayan a cazar pasiones con ametralladora
pero lo que les (me) digo no les (me) importa…
ya escuchan la locura
la locura me adora
y su amor-sutura me hiere con su picadura-aguja moral
pero no hay cura en la agora
que me convence que su dios vence mi malaise
je suis mal à la aise
queasy as what’shisface’s disciple drinking cool-aid
entering a new phase
too tired to graze
too wired to stay unphased
wordplay is all I can neigh
wish you Word here
and wish your Word were not so queer
and wish the swishy-gishy-sloshy way of the World were not such a brain-smear
Friday, September 12, 2008
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