Sunday, September 28, 2008

day dark as coffee is sweet as a nut

searching for wool above the streets wondering what light the night will bring

lay your color down and feel the rain on your lips. tell the man you can wait.

art factory window fascinations

"i met my love by the gas works wall, dreamed a dream by the old canal, i kissed my girl by the factory wall, dirty old town dirty old town"

"clouds are drifting across the moon, cats are prowling on their beat, spring's a girl from the streets at night, dirty old town dirty old town"

barefoot naps in the green clouds of the park flowers listening to school children quack like ducks next to the old men with leather shoes

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