SKUNK ANASIE-SECRETELY
I’ve been biding my time
Been so subtly kind
I got to think so selfishly
’Cos you’re the face inside of me
I’ve been biding my days
U see evidently it pays
I’ve been a friend
With unbiased views
Then secretly lust after you
So now you feel rusty
You’re bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
Trying hard to think pure
Bloody hard when I’m raw
You talking out so sexually
’bout boys ’n girls and your friggin’ dreams
So now you feel lusty
You’re hot and confused
So now you’ve been busted
You’re caught feeling used
You had to do someone else
You should’ve been by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
Secretly

Komentáre
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to pflaster
paper bag
to pray on, or wish on, or something like that
i was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
whose reality i knew, was a hopeless to be had
but then the dove of hope began its downward slope
and i believed for a moment that my chances
were approaching to be grabbed
but as it came down near, so did a weary tear
-i thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
cuz i know i’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
i got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
and i went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
looking for a little hope
baby said he couldn’t stay, wouldn’t put his lips to mine,
and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
i said, ‘honey, i don’t feel so good, don’t feel justified
come on put a little love here in my void,’ - he said
‘it’s all in your head,’ and i said, ‘so’s everything’ -
but he didn’t get it - i thought he was a man
but he was just a little boy
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
cuz i know i’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
i got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
-hunger hurts, and i want him so bad, oh it kills
cuz i know i’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up
i got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold
-hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
to pflaster
odkaz
to pflaster
do NOT
don´t
(come away with me ... ) :))
naozaj
i am sad..
neboj sa
uz zasa
mozes to brat ako srandu, ale aj vazne... musim ist kupit zlty papier. nevies, kde by som ho mohol dostat? ale teraz rozmyslam... aj cerveny by bol super. len nie biely... biela de facto nie je ani farba. je to len zaklad a ten je uz davno prec... nechcem povedat, ze treba nieco viac ako zaklad, ale nieco ma musi tahat dopredu... kupim si zlty aj cerveny ;)))... alebo nie... clovek nemoze mat v zivote vsetko... bude to tazke rozhodovanie, ale mne sa to podari... aspon dufam. a ak budes mat niekedy podobnu dilemu, drzim ti palec. ak by si sa rozhodla akokolvek, vzdy ta podporim. jedina podmienka je ta, ze to nesmies spatne lutovat. nie je totiz nic horsie... ver mi, viem o com hovorim... ;))
vobec...
vysvetlenie...
napisem ti ako sm nakoniec vyriesil svoj problem: bol som v obchode, zobral som si z policky 3 odtiene zltej a 2 odtiene cervenej. ale zrazu ma uputala oranzova. bola taka kraasna, ale zarazilo ma to... to som predsa nemal v plane. ale aj tak som si zobral este aj tu. stojim za stolom a prikladam ich k sebe. dotykali sa a ja som to nezniesol... musim sa predsa vediet rozhodnut. zltu aj cervenu nemozem zobrat... su predsa moc kontrastne, a ja chcem harmoniu... musia byt dve farby. od kazdeho kusok. ale harmonicke, nie len aby boli... po !19! minutach som sa rozhodol. zoberiem cervenu a oranzovu. zlta je moc bleda, aby bola seriozna, to je moj pohlad... teta predavacka na mna pozerala, ako keby som bol blazon. a mozno mala pravdu. ale ja tomu svojmu verim. cervena bude niest pohlad na nieco vysnivane a orazova tajomstvo. to je moja volba. dufam, ze neolutujem...
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:))
das sa na to? ;))
to
..to by sa mozno hodilo inokedy a nie teraz ked mame toho tak vela.. na praaci :)
neboj sa
:D :D :D
nie si sama