At about
                                   Nine o' clock

                                                          ­                                                           Before

The end
Of
The month
Of
My birth

     I will
                 Not
                         Be
Standing here
                        On
                         this
               dying
      earth

                                              ­                            Without you
                                                           My love
      I will
                         Be                                                  
Standing   ­              somewhere              
                                                                ­                                             above                                
                                                                ­ up
                  way                                 ­                             star
                             ­               your
with

In my                                                               ­                                                                 ­             right eye

with
                                             the
                  on                                   ­                              moon
                                                          ­       my
                                                          ­                                                     neck

    The scars    will
Be               on
      the sun
and             I will
         still
Be           on
                     another
     planet

Watch                 for                                              it


H    y     ­ a         s            a   n         d             S   t  e            n    o     r     n      c h  u s          
L      i           q          u      i   d   c  r     y      s   t a     l   s     an d  S e   a    H o   r s e s    
A           c   e             r     a        o   r        t     h   e     W  i   t c    h    e    s      D  a   n  ce          

Iwillmeetyouonthefaceofthesun
Oratthebottomofthe­sea

                                                        I'm waiting for you to tell me.

Square peg round hole
Teach me a trick old timer
I really want to know
When it comes to cows
Or horses it's hard to lie to you
I caught habits my mother hates
Plugs of tobacco
Liquor bottles
Old timer show me
How to get the top
From the bottle of the barrel
One day you'll die
You leave me your tools and guns
Your truck I can't bring myself to clean out
For in my dreams I still find you
Cleaning pig pens by lamp light
Whistling Dixie

http://prezi.com/lf50ud2c7bc1/das-universum-ist-aber-eine-frau/

chopping the carrots
and the onions
with tears..
this fragmenting
in linear time..
now dialogue ensues
carrots and onions
join other friends
ingredients unite..!
a community in heat
transforms and shapeshifts..
an aroma announces
a new creation
a quantum delicacy
before her eyes...

And I guess we've all just hit a new low.
Rock bottom ain't as deep as it goes.

The stars shine on you.
They shower you with their light, letting every bit of you glow
The moon also shines on you but with only half of it self
The other half is unseen cause it doesn't trust you fully
To let all of it shine on you