IRC-Galleria

and your pleasure know no limits
your voice is like a meadow larks
but your heart is like an ocean
mysterious and dark

she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"i thought you'd never say hello," she said
"you look like the silent type."
then she opened up a book of poems
and handed it to me
written by an Italian poet
from the thirteenth century
and every one of them words rang true
and glowed like burnin' coal
pourin' off of every page
like it was written in my soul from me to you

tää kaipuuni menneeseen aikaan
mua piiskaa ja kasvoille lyö

oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
about a strange young man called Dylan
with a voice like sand and glue

t. Bowie

sleep's for dreamers man etc

yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow

np: Ringo Starr - Liverpool 8 (albumi) miten tää on niin liikuttavaa :'''''')))))

it was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

Jude: Look at all these medicines! Hey man what are those?
Man At Party: Mandy's, make you sleep.
Jude: Sleep? Ain't sleepin'... Sleep's for dreamers man.

people tell me it's a sin
to know and feel too much within

...

she was born in spring, but I was born too late
blame it on a simple twist of fate