16 07 2010

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put our friendship to a test
And late at night Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What’s wrong with this picture?
What’s wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphores
you know we miss her
we miss her picture

This Picture – Placebo

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who’ll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather,

Pure Morning – Placebo

From the time we intercepted
Feels a lot like suicide
Slow and sad, grown inside us
Arouse and see you’re mine
(See you at the bitter end)

Love has seen your run-around
Who wanna seek you now?
I want a peace
I’d whine out
(See you at the bitter end)

Love’s reached his side
Grab this gentleness inside
Heard a cry
Six feet down
In six weeks’ time
The mess you left
Will end
See you at the bitter end

The Bitter End – Placebo

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19 07 2010
Daniela Bicha

Faltou lá esta.

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