MIXTAPE


Saturday, December 17, 2011

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A question that is yet to be answered :

" Are we going to be true to ourselves or are we going to live under the expectations of others?"

This mess we´re in






 Thom Yorke )

Can you hear them
The helicopters
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( Thom Yorke )
Night and day
I dream of
Making love
To you now baby
Love making
On screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise over the river
The freeway
Reminding of
This mess we're in
And ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

( PJ talking / Thom singing...together )
What were you wanting / What was that you wanted
I just wanna say
Don't ever change now baby
I'd thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sun rises
Over the skyscrapers
And the city landscape comes into view
Sweat on my skin
Oh
This mess we're in
Ooooh...

( PJ Harvey )
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me
The city sunset over me

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Winter Time, Switzerland







                                      


                                    
          
                                      

                                      

                                     

                                     



                                      






                                  




Animal instinct



I can´t sleep 

but I dream about you,

on me,

on the couch,

on the the floor,

against the bathroom door,

under water

in your shower for an hour.

 I´m doing you.

From the counter of your kitchen

to your bedroom on the top floor,

up all stairs night light stars long,

fucking the sun up and back down

again.



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A recurrent theme, reading to you

A recurrent theme


click here, to her me read this to you

A recurrent theme

A recurrent theme

in my mind,

your hands through my hair,

my hands on your skin,

your hands,

your fingers,

your ring,

that is mine,

in my mind

this summer.

Your body pulling my body close,

your touch warming my skin,

my legs ,

your legs,

our legs,

together

a monster,

in his mind.

Wrapping my legs around you,

my fingers around yours,

my lips 

around your lips,

your eyes staring into mine,

my eyes looking back at yours,

searching ...

for an answer.

Hearing it 

from my heart beat,

knowing  it

from your heart beat.

There is no world 

outside this world,

for this moment in time,

there in no existence of time

but slow motion

in this infinite space,

that breaths 

in this embrace.

And than just words;

that reveal your intelligence

and you real intentions,

that you have been denying

for for ever ago:

you don´t say : Don´t go !

you say : Stay !

a recurrent theme,

in my mind,

you and I .

A recurrent theme,

in my mind .

You,

in my mind,

recurrent theme.

Recurrent,

all time long.

Replay,

recurrent,

theme,

you.