Blues
Makes you
moan girl
Evil enchantress
of the lost ones
Solitude spellbound
But Little
Bird
I’m a
skeptical man
I need to
touch your feathers
Scent is just
not enough anymore
Wipe the
blood from your nose
And taste the
sweet things I brought for ya
Sweetest meat,
fresh brewed grease
Leonard Cohen songs playing in the bar across the street
Ritmic bullets of the bandits and rascals
Haze
Paramount in
this night
A lovely cloth
of Haze cropped against the orange city lights
Let me know
when the movie ends
To stop my
bites and listen that beautiful music
Taxi Driver
main theme
Our elope
theme maybe
Well, let the
space and time answer this
Comb your wet
hair
Wet by the
rainy nights
Reading in
bed
Like a cute
dove
Laying over the
butcher’s board
Little Bird
Your eyes are
hungry for the movement in the screen
Sin in
technicolor
As Haze
scrolls across the screen with her legs show
Waves of
people
Blind
Cannot see
your glowing feathers Bird
Reflecting the
lights of
Red lips
Heart shaped
glasses
Cracks in our
glasses make everything
Slightly surreal
Blues
So well played
Tru Bass warmed my heart
Ignited all my senses
Dreams flying
high
You can’t
even notice sometimes
Daydreaming with
yer blue eyes open
In the scenes,
frames and shots of Natural Born Killers
As Little Bird watches I listen “27th Avenue Shuffle”, a
night made of bloody movies, bloody food and Foxboro Hottubs
Mickey and
Mallory
Chalked in
your wall
I do too
Enjoy Oliver
Stone, Bird
Don’t let it
go to your head
Don’t look up
to the strings
It’s just for
show you know
The blues are
your brown hair
And this was the moment where I got shot
Bird, would
you drink my wine?
You did this
to buy some time
Think well
Little, Little Bird
We have a
large ruby room
You could be
my valentine
Use your baby talk like Emily Haines said in that, sexy ,
sexy song
We could
elope tonight
And no one
will ask or think where
The dark side
of night ends
Because all
those blind crowds doesn’t want to know
Where the
wild things go.
Simplesmente sensacional.
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