Running home, running home

For every life Forgoe the parable My knees are cold Go find another lover With all your lies, You’re still very lovable Running home, running home, running home, running home

Any (my) given sunday

Una tranquilla domenica d’agosto nel meraviglioso Alentejo portoghese. Panza piena di tostas mistas e mente lontana anni luce dall’ abituale scorpacciata di shopping festivo all’alba, nel mercato vintage sotto casa che turba any my given Sunday. Volevo disintossicarmi, lo giuro. C’erano tutte le premesse perchè fossero good times for a change *

There’s something down there sugar soul

You’re perfect in the way, a perfect end today You’re burning out their lights, and burning in their eyes I love you Sugar Kane, a-comin’ from the rain Oh kiss me like a frog, and turn me into flame And I know there’s something down there sugar soul back to the cross a twisted lane … Continua a leggere

I’m going up the country, babe don’t you wanna go

I’m going up the country, babe don’t you wanna go I’m going to some place where I’ve never been before I’m going, I’m going where the water tastes like wine We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time I’m gonna leave this city, got to get away Now baby, pack your leaving … Continua a leggere

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