Standing in this land I wait for roots to grow out my legs, looking at the sun till I get blind, with moss all over me and not even a leaf from me, mushrooms growing at my feet, wind trying to break me in half, ‘cause I do not belong here, this summer and autumn are unknown to me.
My song is old, and it’s about travels by the sea, my song is old and it sings about powder and memories in the mast where the captain and the sailor wrote their names after a warm loving night; my song its about that golden tooth that killed all the crew over a night, and the ship which is now a tomb is still dancing in the sea like a horse without a rider; or a drunken man walking the street, lost in the morning, asking for one cup more or a jar o a bottle, anything if you please.
But I shall burn here, slowly fading under the sun, with memories elsewhere but here, forgetting how to walk, forgetting how a step feels, waiting for the wind to break me in half.
Where the flying bird would go when all places to land are gone, and who would hear the lonely weeping song of the whale in an empty sea; who would fear the night when even the day is dark; not me for sure, I’ll be gone before those times, I’ll be gone same as you, and no one will remember us.
First ive tought i was hearing to the Macarena song, and i was like what the hell?! O__________O wasnt this gorillaz(hehehe) then the lyrics oh i love those lyrics
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I'm drinking too much bla bla,
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
Fall out
I'm feeling really bla bla, I want to bla bla bla,
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And in the end it means I bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
The end
I got myself together
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.
Watch out
I didn't need the patience, life bla bla bla bla bla
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Don't you sit to close, or I'll bla bla bla bla bla
BLA BLA BLAAAA you can search the full lyrics
EHHHHH MACARENA!!
Penelope and her big brown eyes,
Penelope sitting in the window corner all the mornings,
With her mind in other worlds,
With her hair flowing in the wind.
Another summer day that the winter has forgotten,
With slow air through the evening,
Mysterious language of the trees.
The clouds sing and the river is dancing,
The sun is sleeping, my Penelope is dreaming.
My Penelope that never sit on the window,
My Penelope that her eyes never been watching anything,
My Penelope, the time is waiting for you.
i didnt know him, never talked with him, yet i like him much.
YEAH!
the youtube videos of the scene are way to ugly
and yeah.
Some tea?
As i was telling you this tea is like my grandma used to make it, and im baking soem cookies im not good at that but if you want i got some toast, but theyre kinda old; yeah i dont eat so much toast ya see, well oh i see youre wwritting again; what is about? its the old cowboy story? man you should try somethign else thats as old as my socks; no not this ones, this ones are new, you like them? i think ive got another pair,so youve got present for christmas!
Theyre in some kind of Maffia ruled by a Giraffe.
I dont wanna grow :D
