It's safe in the city to love in a doorway To strangle some screams from the dawn And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger? Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash Will you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely? So I'll break up my room, and yawn and I Run to the centre of things Where the knowing one says:
"Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, Boys, get it here, then 'For hope, Boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
I'm glad that you're older than me Makes me feel important and free Does that make you smile, isn't that me? I'm in your way, and I'll steal every moment If this trade is a curse, then I'll bless you And turn to the crossroads of Hamburgers, and
"Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing Boys, Boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing If you want it, Boys, get it here, then 'For hope, Boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing"
Ik hou van schrijven. Meestal heeft het meer met sfeer te maken dan dat het echt iets is met plot en kop en staart.
Op dit blog post ik soms een schrijfsel, of andere dingetjes - teksten, filmpjes, muziekjes - waar ik iets mee heb, wat me kietelt om te schrijven.