Chodź, coś Ci powiem...

ty się śmiejesz
a ja tłumaczę nadzieją to co mam

stuletni pokój w trzech kolorach
muzykę w czarnym plastiku
pewność budzika o siódmej rano
chwile utrwalone w jpg

sierściucha na parapecie
słoik wspomnień przewiązany sznurowadłem
słońce we włosach świeżo przyciętych
zapach głębokiej czerwieni

i lustro
i łóżko
i psa

bazylię w doniczce
i dwa talerze na stole

otwartą bramę
i ślady na podjeździe

zaspane dzień dobry
i całusa na dobranoc

walizkę
i bilet
i szal

śmiejesz się..
a ja nadzieją tłumaczę wszystko co mam

digital bath

you move like I want to
to see like your eyes do
we are downstairs where
no one can see
new life break away
tonight I feel like more
tonight I
you make the water warm
you taste foreign
and I know you can see
the cord break away
cause tonight I feel like more
tonight I feel like more
tonight I feel
feel like more
you breathed
then you stopped
I breathed then dried you off
and tonight
I feel like more

tonight

by deftones

you're pitiful

I dedicate this song to YouKnowWho, although this person is not yet 42...
but will be one day.
Enjoy!!

My life is brilliant
What? Was I too early?
Sorry. You wanna start over?
Keep Going? Ok. Now? Now?

My life is brilliant
Your life's a joke
You're just pathetic
You're always broke
Your homemade Star Trek Uniform
Really ain't impressin me
You're sufferin from delusions of adequacy

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful it's true
Never had a date that you couldn't inflate
And you smell repulsive, too
What a bummer being you

Well you just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls you "Farty Pants"
But you always have a job
Well I mean
As long as you still can work that Slurpee machine

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful it's true
You're half undressed
Eating chips off your chest
While you're playin Halo 2
No ones classier than you

La, la, la, la, la, la, la ,la, la, la, la, la Loser!

You're pitiful
You're pitiful
You're pitiful it's true
You're dog would much rather play fetch by itself
You still live with your mom and you're 42
Guess you'll never grow a clue
Well it just sucks to be you

by Weird Al Yankovic