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04-01-14
11:21
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08-08-13
14:47
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17-08-12
13:03
Best love song???
Love song by Bill Bailey!!!! Έχω λιώσει!!!
Lyrics:
I was alone, my heart was cold, it was a stone, my soul was lonely like a stone there was no moss!
And when I danced, I danced alone but then I did not dance because I was alone. So I did not dance.
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock me with their merry laughter ha ha ha.
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my heart, nailing at the hatred in my soul!
But then you came.
And my life was turned upside down.
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen like a, snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer.
Or the painting of the dog that wears a deersoaker and smokes a pipe that made you laugh so hartily, but which i had previously thought was rubbish.
Or the duck thats so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama. Where Mr Duck's embarrased and the other ducks are laughing.
AND THEN YOU LEFT!
I have died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more!
I thought you were an angel, you turned out to be a whore!
Everything has turned to dust, everything is infected with a plague when you had to sleep with Craig.
"Oooo he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo"
Yea, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you!
The snowflake on the eye of the deer, has turned to puss that oozes from an open wound. The deer now blinded stumbles into a ravine.
The duck lies shredded in a pancake. Soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarrettes a day,
And coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab, of your betrayal
Of your betrayal!
Love song by Bill Bailey!!!! Έχω λιώσει!!!
Lyrics:
I was alone, my heart was cold, it was a stone, my soul was lonely like a stone there was no moss!
And when I danced, I danced alone but then I did not dance because I was alone. So I did not dance.
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock me with their merry laughter ha ha ha.
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my heart, nailing at the hatred in my soul!
But then you came.
And my life was turned upside down.
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen like a, snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer.
Or the painting of the dog that wears a deersoaker and smokes a pipe that made you laugh so hartily, but which i had previously thought was rubbish.
Or the duck thats so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama. Where Mr Duck's embarrased and the other ducks are laughing.
AND THEN YOU LEFT!
I have died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more!
I thought you were an angel, you turned out to be a whore!
Everything has turned to dust, everything is infected with a plague when you had to sleep with Craig.
"Oooo he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo"
Yea, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you!
The snowflake on the eye of the deer, has turned to puss that oozes from an open wound. The deer now blinded stumbles into a ravine.
The duck lies shredded in a pancake. Soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarrettes a day,
And coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab, of your betrayal
Of your betrayal!
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