the wrong kind

what i wanted

rotary phone

laughing gas

1. I was a sailor
On a ship
Until I tripped
And broke my hip.

Now I roam
About on land
Trying my best
To understand.

Why the compass
Doesn't work
Why my heart
Is full of hurt.

2. Thought I knew
My way around
Feeling lost
On solid ground.

What I'd give
To be at sea
With all its fears
And drudgery.

Every morning
And every night
The sea birds
And their delights.

3. Brisk wind
Off the bow
New countries
In every hour.

Life so simple
In the end
Vast sea waves
Sails that bend.

I was a sailor
On a ship
Until I tripped

Sailor r0

My sister owns a knife or two
Kept in a cupboard with the shoes
She likes to juggle in the air
One flew off, we know not where.

One flew up into the sky
Zipped right past my sister’s eye
Stuck in the ceiling by the door
Not sure if it’s there anymore.

Late at night, while we’re asleep
The knives all scattered in a heap
She sits there in a rocking chair
Slowly combing out her hair.

Whistling slowly through her teeth
Tapping tunes out with her feet
No doubt dreaming about knives
My sister is so very wise.

My sister owns a knife or two
Whistling an ancient tune
She likes to juggle in the air
Sometimes the knives just disappear.

She sits there in a rocking chair
Likes to juggle in the air
The knives all scattered in a heap
Late at night, while we’re asleep.

My sister owns a knife or two
Kept in a cupboard with the shoes
She likes to juggle in the air
One flew off, we know not where.

Late at night, while we’re asleep
The knives all scattered in a heap
She sits there in a rocking chair
Slowly combing out her hair.

Sister Alia of the knife r1a

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b-sides_at the gates

Hilma & Frank, we chase the sun

Still playing with the words a bit but this one is pretty cool

I
Wonder
How long this is gonna be 
You ask me 
I tell you 
Everything that is bothering me

No more pain
Baby, no more tears
Shout whenever and I'll be here

No more pain 
Baby, don't you cry 
You look so pretty when you die

I 
Don't like 
When I see that look in your eyes
You ask me 
I tell you 
Everything, and I don't even know why

I wonder 
If the inside, is just as good as the out
You ask me 
I tell you 
To soak me up and ring me out


No more pain
Baby, no more tears
Shout whenever and I'll be here

No more pain 
Baby, don't you cry 
You look so pretty how you die

No More Pain

Ovde - Je - Pocelo2

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what i wanted

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