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I pack my case. I check my face.
I look a little bit older.
I look a little bit colder.
With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.
I move a little bit closer.
For reasons unknown.
I cock my stride.
I flew and flied.
I know if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they don’t see you no more.
And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to,
and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.
For reasons unknown
There was an open chair.
We sat down in the open chair.
I said if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they don’t see you no more.
And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to,
and my eyes don’t recognize you at all.
For reasons unknown
THE KILLERS
I look a little bit older.
I look a little bit colder.
With one deep breath, and one big step, I move a little bit closer.
I move a little bit closer.
For reasons unknown.
I cock my stride.
I flew and flied.
I know if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they don’t see you no more.
And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to,
and my eyes don’t recognize you no more.
For reasons unknown
There was an open chair.
We sat down in the open chair.
I said if destiny’s kind, I’ve got the rest of my mind.
But my heart, it don’t beat, it don’t beat the way it used to.
And my eyes, they don’t see you no more.
And my lips, they don’t kiss, they don’t kiss the way they used to,
and my eyes don’t recognize you at all.
For reasons unknown
THE KILLERS
Uprising
The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious
Autumn Haiku
Leaves turning
Into themselves
In technicolour
Philip D. Noble
Summer Haiku
Midsummer's day
Barefoot on warm concrete
Centipede ponders
Philip D. Noble
Winter Solitude
Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
By Matsuo Bashao
© 2008 - 2024 Sulejman
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Damn it... zdej bo pa treba najdt ta komad in ga slisat...