AS HIMSELF

La mia foto
Roma, Italy
He was born in a lazy tuesday.Just purple flowers around his cradle.Silence and purple flowers.The ancient Fathers whisper their secrets in his ears, before he went away, stolen by the wind, blessed by the moon."You are a travelling man" they said him.The roads of his life were just placed in the other side of our world, but when he became a man he felt the emptiness of the desert,and the acrid smell of the asphalt from the streets of the unknown. So he began writing poetry, singing against the night walls, searching for his home, taking his bag. He was a travelling man. And that's just a chosen destiny tale.

sabato 5 aprile 2008

Decided, to sneak off away from your stomach
And try your pulse
And captured
What seemed all unknowing and candid
But they suspected it was false

She's playful, the boring would warn you 'be careful'
Of her brigade
In order
To tame this relentless marauder
And move away from the parade

And she was walking on the tables in the glass house
Endearingly bedraggled in the wind
Subtle in her method of seduction
Twenty little tragedies begin

And she would throw her feather boa in the road
If she thought that it would set the scene
Unfittingly dipped into your companions ?
Enlightened them to make you see

And there's affection to rent
The age of the understatement
Before the attraction ferments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Affection to rent
The age of the understatement
Before this attraction ferments
Kiss me properly and pull me apart

Oh Oooooooooh

And my fingers scratch at my hair
Before my mind can get too reckless
The idea of seeing you here
Is enough to make the sweat go cold.

The Last Shadow Puppets

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