tm in the pm.

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
my baby he's sitting right where i left him
crosslegged in the middle of a persian rug
he's listening to black flag and melvins and
crap i can't stand. which is why he does it
only when i'm not around.
i got home a bit early
and he smiles as i walk in
says hey babe you should listen to this
you'll like it. i doubt it i say.
his hair falls in front of his face
and i can't see his eyes
but even from outside i sure can hear his voice.
the records he's got he borrowed from friends
and to repay them in kind he makes them mix tapes.
he gives them out to whomever he meets
and who knows whether they listen to them or not
he makes my heart stop but sometimes
i wish that he'd learn to wash up.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • kdpjamkdpjam Posts: 2,303
    nice picture :)
    lay down all thoughts; surrender to the void
    ~it is shining it is shining~
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    he lies in bed right next to me
    his head close to the speaker
    the sound turned way down so i can't hear
    but i know what he's doing.
    he spends all day making those tapes
    and for all i know all night listening to the result
    i don't mind cause i'm asleep
    and he waits until i am
    but when i'm awake he makes sure
    that i'm well taken care of
    sometimes at night i find a mixtape on my pillow
    sort of like a sweet punk chocolate mint
    it's all that needs to be said
    jonathon richman alex chilton
    sometimes even paul westerberg
    they tell me how he feels
    and when they can't he shows me himself
    and the music's all in our head.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    sometimes at night i find a mixtape on my pillow
    sort of like a sweet punk chocolate mint
    it's all that needs to be said

    me gusto mucho cate. :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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