The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!" - Jack Kerouac [1922-1969]

venerdì 1 aprile 2011

BASKET FULL OF LIES

Faccio pubblicità a dei cari amici, gli Street Clerks
testo di Alexander Woodbury
per ascoltarla

http://www.myspace.com/video/street-clerks/basket-full-of-lies/107215348


BASKET FULL OF LIES

Like every night she' driving home
Looking for new ways to place a brick on a stone
Lily's living day by day
Looking at the birds as they all fly away
As she waits her own turn
Am I going to freeze or am I going to burn?

'Cause you can't always listen to the shit filling your mind
Try and understand why you're right there being left behind
Our self-indulgence leaves us with a basket full of lies
Well ain't that nice

Now Lily's gone to a brand new world
Trying to find out what's wrong with this little girl
There's so much that's left undone
But a river doesn't stop until it's gone

'Cause you can't always listen to the shit filling your mind
Try and understand why you're right there being left behind
Our self-indulgence leaves us with a basket full of lies
Well ain't that nice

And I hope she knows I love her very much
When the sun is hi, underneath th rain
I'm sure this time apart is going to help us meet again

Like every night she' driving home
Looking for new ways to place a brick on a stone

'Cause you can't always listen to the shit filling your mind
Try and understand why you're right there being left behind
Our self-indulgence leaves us with a basket full of lies
Well ain't that nice

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