
Must be a devil between us
She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you
With you
Now, what you gonna do?
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
Nakon izbivanja na neko vrime, bar u ovom formatu.
Numere teku ovako:
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Chris Stevens -Chris in the morning (KBHR)
autor: DonTravolta, 11/05/2024
Arhiva

She’s a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she’s in love with you
With you
Now, what you gonna do?

I got bored when I didn’t have a band.
So I started a band.
We’re gonna start it with a positive jam.
Hold steady!

If you work for much very longer
You’ll be known as the boy who’s always working
If you dance for much very longer
You’ll be known as the boy who’s always dancing

Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore
But if there was lightning in me
You’d know who it was for
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