A million and one little things flying round my brain, A hundred thousand get a second look, I act on two or three. The rest still float around in there, trying to make their way to the front of my mind. So many things forgotten, and so many lost, Trying to screw my head back on, but I forgot where I put the bolts.
I dreamt of you, my sweet friend. Our finest lines drawn together, every brush was beautiful. You were in white, a stark contrast to your black dress. I was struck by your beauty. We spoke in terms of familiarity, but our touch was far more intimate. There we spoke, side by side, I hung on your every word, Your breath hung sweet on my breast. When I woke, I was at peace. I could still feel your...
This hit the spot. Truely a great song.
I’m very cold. I want to get out from under this cloud cover and find a sunny day to relax i I want to find a place where I can work all day, and laze about all night. I want to find warmer waters. Maybe I’ll just take a bath.
melody day - caribou
The Woods are Waiting
Come into the woods with me, the wolves of the wilderness are far friendlier than those hiding behind masks, here in the city. We’ll shed our civilian skins, Build a cottage on the lake. Sun-bathed summers, Shacked-up white winters, we’ll be our own company. An old radio and a record player, We’ll sing our own lyrics to all the songs, we’ll budget for paint, walls that...