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I Believe In Father Christmas
King Of Carrot Flowers, Part I.

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

 

Des paroles, en passant. Destinées à une personne.

J'ai un vieux sous-entendu dans la tête, mais j'ai pas envie d'en parler.

 

J'ai juste envie de le réaliser, pour une fois.

Ecrit par Two-Headed Boy, à 23:02 dans la rubrique "Fanfare for the Common Man".

Commentaires :

  -nungesser-
-nungesser-
16-06-05
à 16:44

This is hardcore.


  ArnoldLayne
ArnoldLayne
16-06-05
à 17:46

Je trouve ça poétique, alors bon..

  Pervers égaré
21-01-06
à 06:48

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