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Lonely Moon

2/20/2011

americans
we eat faster
walk faster
love faster
while spanish people need their room to breathe
the need for speed,
we always want to be the first in line
ready to set sail
only to find them lagging long behind
i find it's lonely here, and cold
sitting on the moon, waiting to be joined
i think i'd rather take my time
and see the moon as something down the line
instead of digging my nails in it,
feeling the gravity of my own sadness

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significante

2/16/2011

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quiero amor
quiero sentirlo en mis huesos
quiero ser llena, completa
faltando nada

quiero ser necesario
quiero menos misterio
menos preguntas para mí a tener
y cuando las tormentas entran la ciudad
quiero saber que pueden pasar bien

quiero certeza
menos tristeza
que soy la mujer a conocer
menos miedo
algo mas largo que un rato
como para siempre es algo marvilloso

y durante los momentos
cuando te hecho de menos, mucho
quiero la confianza que hice la decision derecho
la proxima vez a verte
quiero sonreír mas grande
y seguir como mi vida es tan perfecta

hasta esto punto
puedo intentar a resolver esto asunto
dentro, donde mis huesos y amor quedan

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when to call it

2/11/2011

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what do you do when there's a heart still beating
on top of the chest of the one you thought dying
and you're afraid to touch it so you skirt around it
to avoid squeezing any life left in it

what's a doctor to do when the patient's still breathing
after months of struggling just to catch its breath
and it sits up to cough before it lays back down
the body's so sick yet the heart's still pumping

you know it will cave with each compression
so you clasp your hands together and you pray instead
science has proven that medicine cures
but only if the patient wants to live

pupils are soft but they aren't dilated
while they focus on your every move in the chair
and you want to get up and simply save yourself
yet you keep sitting and you continue the stare

what's a doctor to do when you're losing patience
and you want to ask the questions it's soon to avoid
and it seems like there is no one else on earth
who makes you feel more alive than this

drink lots of fluids and hope the next day is better
the heart's still beating because you can't stop caring
pupils aren't dilated but they're looking around
contemplating exiting from this life

i know you better than i know most people
when i sit in this chair and i look but say nothing
my heart pounds like a fist in the angry, open air
but the silence is bliss while you continue staring

what's a doctor to do when the soul says nothing
just hints at you during its moments of weakness
with one foot out the door and the other nudging you along
telling you to continue doing your job

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gato

2/10/2011

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coming and going,
you're always coming and going.
hungry, purring beast. to think you're something i fetched.
and the way you rub yourself against my leg
makes me think i'm your one and only
until i've fallen fast asleep,
and then you disappear again

nights like these are the worst.
it's nights like these when i want you around
and i promise not to beg if you'd whisk your tail at me
as i remember i'm not the only thing on your mind.
you whittle me down,
the way your whiskers brush against my skin
to where i can't sleep at night
you always let go just when i grow comfortable

maybe i'm the dog who loves you too damn much

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Present Perfect

2/6/2011

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i finished a song today. first song in a year and a half. it's not very good. but i didn't feel really good when i recorded it. so i guess the fact that it's a little bit shit is kind of the point. why does a song that's about something which doesn't make you happy need to sound good? i'm off key, the sound levels are jammed, but once again, that's kind of what i was going for. or maybe i'm just making excuses.

i had a dream the other day that this romanian bloke offered me a ride on his motorcycle. he let me sit in the front while he steered, and i faced the opposite direction--his face--and he kissed me and it was hot and alive. kissing like that doesn't exist in reality very much, and if it does you're hardly ever prepared for it.

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Lonely Moon

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when to call it

gato

Present Perfect

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