(via silverscents)
2K9: a ’sampled’ lyrical poem by Carles
There isn’t much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
But with a little girl, and by my spouse,
I only want a proper house
cuz I gotta feeling
that 2nite’s gonna be a good nite…
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
Are u… also…frightened?
The sun was high…
and so was I…
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
(shoulda taken acid with u)
(take our clothes off in the swimming pool)
(wish I had a pizza and a bottle of wine)
::feel it all around:::
after all that we’ve been through
i know we’ll make it after the wait
the question is a truth
there is nothing we can’t do
i’ll see you along the way baby
the stillness is the move
I could use some body
Told u I would stay….
Just dance, it’ll be okay…..
Chillin with my brother sport
We’ll die alone 2gether
Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightening bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance.
A foxtrot above my head,
A sock-hop beneath my bed,
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread.
Ya…. ur sex is on fire….
(like social status)
Don’t mean 2 seem like I care abt material things
Lisztomania
Think less but see it grow
Like a riot, like a riot, Oh!
I’m not easily offended
It’s not hard to let it go
From a mess to the masses
(like social status)
U know that I could use somebody
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly.
It’s hard to say that I’d
Rather stay awake when I’m asleep,
Cause everything is never as it seems.
(When I fall asleep.)
Basic space
Openin’
Don’t look away
When there’s nothin’
There
Feel it all around
Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
I’m setting us in stone
Piece by piece before I’m alone
Airtight before we break
Keep it in
Keep us safe
I could nvr belong 2 u
Just a deadbeat summer
Sleepy head…. Sleepy head….
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York
While yall are waiting for the others
:::the piano jingle to ‘Two Weeks’::::::
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
Oh shelia…
Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten….
Meet me at the Equinox
I’m s0000 b0000red
Chillin on some Horchata
I told u ur dreams would come true….
(a deadbeat summer taking acid with u on adobe slats)
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly.
It’s hard to say that I’d
Rather stay awake when I’m asleep,
Cause everything is never as it seems.
(When I fall asleep.)
I told u ur dreams would come true….
I just want
Four walls and adobe slats
For my girls
(u know that I could use somebody)
(some1 like u)
(whoa oh oh… whoa oh oh….)
