03 December 2005

SHE

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
Words by Elvis Costello
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Waiting

Waiting a Vanishing Light to move in Silence ..

  • One Too Many
    It's a restless hungry feeling That don't mean no one no good, When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' You can say it just as good....
  • TRUTH
    All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again e.e. cummings ________________________________________________