Light Streamed as gentle as whispers through my window
We lay in that bed for a thousand words, while the world was wishing around us
Your voice and kisses were new, and I knew night was no cover for my naivety
Smooth warm skin: Our arms and legs woven, wound and wrapped as natural as nature
I loved you for that morning and everytime I close my eyes
I catch you smiling beside me again
Stumble around what i mean to say
Don't gather round there's no air to breathe
When you talk I can't think to speak
Baby blue is all i need
A photograph keeps it close to your heart
Remember those times
Remember anything at all?
Bleached hair no-one recognises you
Why do you look so sad when you smile?
My baby blue
I love this sky
It's the only thing that doesn't go away
And if this heart of mine was yours
We could watch this night turn to day
Sweetheart smoke another cigarette with me,please?
In the time it takes to burn
Put my mind at ease?
Wherever we are
We are here
This backward path leads me near
How can you be so calm
When iam hanging like a child in your arms!?
Your gone too soon,you realise?
A thousand words painted in your eyes
A single step, will take you so far away.
As quickly as this began
Quicker it will be to u n r a v e l
Bleeding to take a lend
Whispering from here to act hurtful
From these ashes that were words
Important but no worth much
Tales of separation?
Parting from meeting from waiting
All the best,my friend
Written in a letter
A deep kiss for my girl
A day of rain to protect her
Breath to breathe new words
A secret out to charm
One day to destroy
For what we'd worked so hard
Under strip light dreams
I could not let you go
And what the morning brings
Is light soaked with sorrow
All the best,my friend
Written in a letter
A deep kiss for my girl
A day of rain to protect her
Breath to breathe new words
A secret out to charm
One day to destroy
For what we'd worked so hard
Under strip light dreams
I could not let you go
And what the morning brings
Is light soaked with sorrow
As quickly as this began
Quicker it will be to u n r a v e l
Bleeding to take a lend
Whispering from here to act hurtful
From these ashes that were words
Important but no worth much
Tales of separation?
Parting from meeting from waiting
I love this sky
It's the only thing that doesn't go away
And if this heart of mine was yours
We could watch this night turn to day
Sweetheart smoke another cigarette with me,please?
In the time it takes to burn
Put my mind at ease?
Wherever we are
We are here
This backward path leads me near
How can you be so calm
When iam hanging like a child in your arms!?
Your gone too soon,you realise?
A thousand words painted in your eyes
A single step, will take you so far away.
Stumble around what i mean to say
Don't gather round there's no air to breathe
When you talk I can't think to speak
Baby blue is all i need
A photograph keeps it close to your heart
Remember those times
Remember anything at all?
Bleached hair no-one recognises you
Why do you look so sad when you smile?
My baby blue
Light Streamed as gentle as whispers through my window
We lay in that bed for a thousand words, while the world was wishing around us
Your voice and kisses were new, and I knew night was no cover for my naivety
Smooth warm skin: Our arms and legs woven, wound and wrapped as natural as nature
I loved you for that morning and everytime I close my eyes
I catch you smiling beside me again
Current Residence: U.k Newcastle Favourite photographer: Kennard,smith,Heartfield,Hillen theres more.... Favourite style of art: Portraits are interesting,well good ones y'know Skin of choice: Rizzla King Skins,silver hehe
Favourite Visual Artist
got to be Dali
Favourite Movies
god knows...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
theres to much good stuff out there
Favourite Writers
at the minute? Rumi
Tools of the Trade
Fender u.s.a tele, ibanez gax30, admira nylon, Regal Dobro, ozark mandolin, blues harp etc heh
What's Important?
Everywhere we go we are confronted by things that are important- but to who? What's important to me may not be important to you. We can ask ourselves what's important, but what does that really mean? Does it mean that what we consider important may not really be important in the big scheme of things? Maybe we're not important at all, or maybe we are but just don't know it yet. Or maybe we need someone else to compare ourselves to to feel important, or maybe we need someone to praise us to feel important. A lot of people take the approach of belittling someone else to feel important, or by comparing themselves to others to b