IRC-Galleria

you are right, i've got no right
you are right, ive got no right
you are so right ive got no right
you are so right,ivegotnoright
youaresorightivegotnoright
ursorightigtoright
osforforight
rightorright
is right so right
ive got a right
right is so right
right got a right
ive a right
i have a right
you got no right

and you have arrived

hello, how are you

this is where it ends my friend

don't you worry

we don't care what you've done

you're just a memory stain

pole jumping humpback whale
playing with the cold, cold water
an underwater love song,
sung hours on end
swept away by the color drainage
i wouldn't protect myself from the disease if i cared
fully cooked nor medium rare
thrust colds into leaning water
do you feel the whale's rattle

lets pretend we're enemies
entertaining particles rest assured
i can't recall

don't you love it when music sucks you in o
i can't recall
i can't recall
pole jumping humpback whale
served for dinner at the take away

lets pretend we're enemies
no more filtering
centre tamed pure breds rest assured
i am unable to reproduce

write what you can't understand
hard to do it otherwise

and the beauty is
bigger than the model of a dinosaur
in a black and white horror flick
when it happens
perception is a mystery to me
but i believe that you are real
i know you're real

excercise your kindness
before you look like a needle
evaporate your elastic frames
take a swim inside other people's faces

in a sea colourless and deep
like an entangled baby seal
wandered to a lighthouse
will the keeper wait there
still patiently

a shred of light split the shore in two
splinters in my hands
i'd love to miss you
and the trails in the sand are
gone before they began

underwater it is hard to breath
she is like a gleam that
i would like to feel

it's a slippy coast now
not quite daylight yet
rowing the boat
looking for a leak that doesn't exist

flare gun against
i hold it with my hands
i hold it steady
it feels kinda cold and tastes dirty

and. i. don't misfire

the lighthouse lit up in my head
the keeper glanced at me and said
it certainly would've helped a bit
if you had launched the boat first

write a lurid song
mumbling words and then you're done
in the midst of a lingering tulip choir
of happiness they can't desire

look at loving birds

you've been told and you've been given
lots to seed, less in heaven

look at loving birds

sunday's mundane unless it's burnt
it won't question, it won't learn
in my eyes ire retired
filled my brains with a soothing fire

in a world unheard

look at loving birds

"Into the arms of
sirena

Into the eyes of
sirena

Into the heart of
sirena

Dancing like ghosts, haunting the shore"

,

"¿Dónde está el coro?"

hold my head,
my rolling guts
i said

life fled
disguised as a friend