And the Angel Killed the Beast In the late moistened eveningI was sitting on my chairThe air gutted with tobacco When he knocked with his one phalange Now there’s no god on the hillI feel lonely with the beastsShadows come from the woodsWhispering with no names You’re not a free man he saidYou’re a wireless puppetFetch... Lire la Suite →
It’s No Fairy Tale
It's No Fairy Tale Sometimes your face crosses my mind And I’m fifteen year old again I feel Sometimes it’s a shade on your arm Sometimes your hair blows in my headAll the bad thoughts are gone And you know I’m using a lot All the shadows and that deep coal That stuck me glued... Lire la Suite →
LA MENTION VAUT L'USAGE / The lady doth protest too much, methinks. — O, but she’ll keep her word. (Hamlet) 