"gina" poems
Khuda ke dar ke siwa agar karni ** bandagi,
Mera sir jhuke mehboob ke aage jo hai meri zindagi.
Ibadat karti hu is sachhi mohabbat ki,
Mere humsafar ke bin ye jaan hai aduri si.
Chand roz chamakar intrane laga,
Mere chand ki tasveer dekh khomosh ** gaya.
Ajeeb si betaabi hai tere bina,
Tujh bin har ek pal ye dil ne gina.
Ashq behne lagte hain yaara,
Ek pal ki duri bhi nahi hai gavara.
Log jaate hain mandir masjid khuda ko talaashne,
Apna khuda ko khoj liya humsafar mein humne.
Jaam tou unke liye hai Jinhe nasha nahi hota,
Ishq ke rang is qadar hum par hai chadha.
Aapki yaadon ke nashe mein har lamha doobe rehte,
Is dil ki har dadhkan mein sirf mere mahadev baithe.
Mera khuda hai mere humsafar,
Humesha saath hai aapke chahe kaise ** manzar.
Karwate jitni marzi badal le aye zindagi,
Haskar dard chupane ki karigiri mashoor hai meri.
Par jab aap saamne aate,
Hum sudh budh ko baith te.
Har baat tumse hi befikra hokar aapse keh dete,
Ek aap hi tou hai duniya mein jo humein samajhte.
Dil ke har jazbaat ko bin kahe hi padh lete,
Aapse ek baat hum kehna chahte.
Kabhi udaas na hona aap humsesha aapke hain saath,
Majbooti se pakda hai humne aapka haath.
Saamne na sahi kahin aas-pass hi hu
Rooh se judi hai hamari aabru.
Kuch na kar payenge meelon dur ke faasle,
Palkein band kar dekhiye aapke dil mein baithe.
Aasmaan se farishta utarkar,
Dil mein sama gaye aakar.
Mohabbat hai hamari ibadat,
Aapke aane se mili dharti par jannat.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
To my mother, Gina,
Who's watching over me.
Today is your birthday.
You would have been 50.
You had me when you were 31,
And left me when you were 49.
No one knew that you were going.
No one still knows why at this time.
You were an angel of a woman.
A healer and a helper.
As I was growing up I'd say,
"I wanna be just like her!"
Even though life hit you hard,
You wouldn't let it phase you.
You'd keep a beautiful smile.
Oh, this much is true.
When you passed away,
It was a sudden blow.
Like from my chest my heart was ripped.
And from my body too was my soul.
Everyday I cry tears.
I leave the evidence on my shirt.
These tears stains are just evidence.
Evidence that it still hurts.
And today is your birthday.
May 2 is the date.
Today is your birthday.
50 is the age.
But you're not in the next room over.
Not there for me to run to.
I can't come say "Happy Birthday."
And you're not there to say "Thank you."
You're up in Heaven.
The big glorious kingdom in the sky.
And it's just got me thinking,
I wonder what birthdays in heaven are like.
You're celebrating a new life.
Eternal life is the name.
You get to walk those golden streets.
And never feel any pain.
But down here on earth,
We miss you, oh we do.
And it's heartbreaking that we have to go to a graveside.
Just to sing "Happy Birthday" to you.
But even through the pain,
There's still happiness here.
Knowing we get to celebrate you.
Is the greatest celebration my dear!
So today is your day.
Our celebration will ring through.
Happy 50th Birthday Mom.
I love and miss you.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Cge, salamat kaayo sa tanan ha?
Sa memories ug sa melodies,
the songs you sang and played for me ,
Sa gamay nga oras nimo nga gihatag,
Sa gugma na kanako imohang gidalit,
Pasayloa na ang imong gugma nausik lang ug nasayang,
Dre kanako na usa ka taw nga walay hinungdan, sama kanako nga daw sagbot lang sa katilingban,
Sama kanako nga sa kinabuhi walay padulngan,
Sama kanako na sa gugma nimo dili takos ug angay,
Sama nako nga sa kinabuhi ug katawhan gina tamay,
Mao ikaw langga ayaw na pag langay,
arun makita ug maka.ila na nimo ang taw na kanimo muhigugma nimo ug tinud.anay,
ang taw nga makauban nimo kanunay,
Pasagdi nalang ko dri,
Biyae nalng ko dinhi,
Dle nako magdahum na muabot ug kanimo naapay mo puli,
Busa ako, hikalimti,
Pero ilawm sa akong kasing kasing naa gihapon ka magpabilin,
Manghinaut na ikaw nalipay pod sa akong pag.abot ,
Nga unta ikaw dle mag bago ug dle makalimot,
Sa mga panumpa ta,
nga matud pa walay katapusan,
Dle na nako mahimong pugngan,
ang gibating kasikas ning akong dughan,
Ipagawas ra nako ning tanan,
Mga kasikit ug kaguol ig bundak sa uwan,
Unta puhon sugaton ug madawat nimo,
Ang kamatuoran nga wan.a juy kita,
Ayaw lang pabali ug kabalaka,
Kahibaw ko naara ang taw nga kanimo andam mohigugma.
Salamat azaraya
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
It seems sadly ironic that the LGBTQ community remains transphobic when it comes to Male Lesbians. It's the pathetic politics of fixed groupthink, get woke while still asleep, social justice theory with out any justice in its performative aspect
Just so you know I'm not performing gender. I'm being gender
and he's a fire ******* red head
I propose that as a straight male I may also be a lesbian, ***** aside please love my man-gina butch ladies the way I love yours! Both straight and very much a lesbian I do two genders simultaneously and both smoke cigars.
My childhood; marked by a dark tragedy scared me for life. I remember running down the hall in junior high proclaiming my lesbianism and no one would be my friend. Everyone called me names and the butch girls would jeer at me and knock me around when ever I went into the ladies room just to hear them flush or cop an innocent feel. I felt so isolated when I finally realized that the female lesbians would have nothing to do with me.
Do I not suffer the agony, frustration and anxiety of feeling self hatred because I am continually rejected by lesbians and objectified only as a man even though I am a lesbian too.
Do men like me not suffer continual discrimination by women who identify with the masculine?
ENOUGH!!!
I just dont feel understood in terms of my true lesbian identity
I love lesbian ***** as much as the next ***** maybe even a lot more.
It's way past time!
Male lesbians must finally come out of the closet and be accepted as true members of the Lesbian community and be invited to all Prince God ***** dance parties.
After all ladies remember I'm a lesbian you're a lesbian.
Up with MLLGBTQ
male lesbians, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer
Dysphoric Men Lesbians Must Unite
….
Male Lesbians Unite
Join M.L.U.
Lesbians R Us
" We Love Lesbians"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmTWAJRbx2Q
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
REPUBLICANS
Former South Carolina GOP leader
kills dog to please God
Rob Beschizza
GERMANY
Germany's top domestic spy advised far right xenophobic political party on how to avoid being billed as "extremists"
Cory Doctorow
RUSSIA
Guy who pretends to ****** people for a living named Russian Goodwill ambassador
Seamus Bellamy
BUSINESS
We're going to be eating bugs really soon now, again
Cory Doctorow
POLICE
Surveillance camera shows off-duty NYPD cop dropping a weapon near man he shot in the face
Rob Beschizza
SCHOLARSHIP
When should the press pay attention to trolls, lies and disinformation?
Cory Doctoro
CORRUPTION
Wells Fargo: we stole houses and we're being investigated for ***** low-income housing credits
Cory Doctorow
LATE STAGE CAPITALISM
How Jpay gouges prisoners' families for "digital postage stamps"
Cory Doctorow
ALEX JONES
Alex Jones is suing the parents of a Sandy Hook victim for $100,000
Gina Loukareas
***
:(
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
Pacing the floor in the middle of this
watching the kettle 'til steam starts to hiss
A strange fascination we have with the bliss
with nothing behind us but one heated kiss.
Underneath an umbrella I stand in the rain
and wait on the platform for the six o'clock train
well you never quite hold me and I rarely complain
and soaked with frustration I walk home again.
We bid for each other in some Chinese auction
and you got the ***** one mixed up concoction
we checked out our prizes at a much closer range
What were we thinking and can we exchange?
And without any memories to dry up the tears
we long for the fire and the comfort of years
but it's just one more lesson, a good one we learned.
the slow-cooker is better and we're less often burned.
And then as I ponder you come in the door
I smile at your tired eyes and looking for more
I stir up the *** as you take off your Totes
and you ask me to make you some Five-Minute Oats.
"I made 'em already to warm up your cockles
the seat of your heart and without the debacles
I sensed that the cold rain would stir the desire
so I whipped up a batch and rekindled the fire".
And inspite of my rambling it seems rather clear
that Five-Minute Oats can mean something more dear
it's that person who waits in your kitchen above
stirring Five Minute oats into passionate love.
-Gina Morrone
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
mothers come inside the club w/ their kids to rock;
writing & painting don't matter here;
turning deep w/ skin like stone
the small Russian hearts wet & perfect,
getting busy w/ strangers w/ strange accents;
mothers of Russian origin wearing ********
t-shirts that show off their back tattoos;
leaving the state-soul dancing,
looking prettily at the water by the
window
[eating blonde modern society]
her lips at best running into his smoking arms;
walking on ***** legs filled w/ blind virgins,
sure, found unconscious on the floor
in her year at French dream school w/ her books;
brought home to her brother waiting to **** her
**** caring friends; speaking
freely but wrong; their lives brown secret
met stupid [ ] Gina who wrote graffiti all over
the cool painting;
***** is a genius, he asked for her brain
to smell his story a long
time ago at her birth, her mother
died; [it was a guy's
ode to yellow married music]
drinking at the evil club &
falling for her,
[watching & eating,
mankind turning to
silver, in walked Christ
talking of his origin to the mirror;
reading her flesh, she started getting
****** up in the house
& tore off her *******
like a Latina, [straight up ** (no connection)]
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Brown eyed angel
Sent to untangle my tangles
Shown me the lives I would have in different angles
Trying to Beat my addiction like Cain did able
2018 was like having a tv but no cable
Never thought my life would become this mangled..
So I left to become something more stable
Just to Find 2019 sitting at my table
Thanks for saving me my brown eyed angel ❤️
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 3:53 AM UTC
we walked together through that old wooden fence
then you asked, 'can we please, please dance?'
I said I was too tired to do anything
'how come you never ask me to dance now?' you asked
I said I didn't know
you looked away from my eyes
nearby a rivulet quietly flows
'now we are built on lies'
I agreed, but I said something else instead
'look, honey, you know I love you'
I was honestly lying
you were right to say what you have said
you looked beautiful today, darling
in that white, white dress of yours
kissing your father's cheek
and your mother's hand
nothing is left of us, darling
at the end none of us were trying
but today I saw you smile again
though you belong to another home now
though I had to say the hardest line in this little life of mine
congratulations on your wedding, Gina.
I'm happy for you
I'm happy...
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
Just when I taught
Why girls with curves
End up as ******
Tina is just a letter I
And she ***** like acidic pores
Notice Gina
Letter 8 is the word
That lady preaches the word
With her character and her word
She is slaying the devil’s chord
A woman with curve
Yet not a *****
Deserves applause in this ******* world
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
"Janice, I sat next to you in Latin.
We were sophomores.
You were a cheerleader
but smart too.
The excitement was unbearable
(Cicero; the shape of your sweater . . . ).
I asked you to play tennis."
"You did never."
"Yes, I did."
"I suppose I didn't want to get sweaty."
"So then you would have gone with me to a movie?"
"No, I doubt it. . . . I was a brat."
"You were divine.
I wrote a poem for you in Latin."
"Lynda, we met at The Three Penny Opera.
You were an usher.
I was a college student; you were in high school."
"Yes, a 'townie'."
"I put my arm around you.
I stroked your hair.
When I tried to kiss you on the forehead our noses collided."
"I was expecting a lip kiss."
"It was a powerful attraction,
but it wouldn't have worked."
"No, we could have made great love,
but it wouldn't have lasted."
"Gina, you lived on that 'hippie farm'
at the edge of town.
I was the 'knowing elder',
the one who'd worked on a real farm.
You were so high-energy, so alluring.
Guys flocked to you:
William and Michael; Davy, back home;
sexually involved with all of them."
"Not Michael really."
"You seduced me--
I think you wanted to make William jealous--
not that I was unwilling. . . .
I was, however, impotent."
"I wanted adventure and, yes, I suppose I did want to make
William jealous."
"Our intimacy awakened me.
I realized what I'd been missing.
Your rejection was devastating."
"I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't know you were so fragile."
"Carla, I loved you in your apartment.
It was all softness and warmth;
**** carpet, soft bed,
Carole King on the stereo. . . .
We slept together, showered together."
"I really listened to Carole King?"
"Your parents were divorcing.
You didn't have time for a relationship."
"I don't think I was ready."
"Just as I was overcoming my impotency. . . ."
"Sarah, I loved you on a camping trip.
We kissed at dusk in the Great Smoky Mountains."
"I remember."
"I felt so connected--
physically, intellectually, emotionally.
You smiled with your whole face, with your whole being.
I wanted to be with you steadily.
You said it wouldn't work.
I guess you were right:
I couldn't love someone who couldn't love me completely.
When we parted,
I cried uncontrollably."
"Yes,
I remember."
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
I'm entranced,
your hair gleaming like copper
in the summer sun.
(I could swear you never
looked so good)
your laugh is floating on the wind, like
infant arachnids with silk parachutes.
(I could swear nothing ever
sounded so lovely)
your freckled shoulder is exposed to the world,
dappled and ***flawless
(Atlas himself had not
shoulders so strong)
(I could swear I was
in love with you)
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
The psychiatrist looks young
he seems Italian
she sits opposite
looking at his eyebrows
thick
but not too much so
and his lips opening
and closing as he speaks
but she isn’t listening
she’s wondering
if he’s married
where about he lives
what size his house is
how he looks undressed
he leans forward
his words slower now
as if he thinks her
imbecilic or maybe deaf
he emphasizes his words
his Italian accent
coming through
o what wonderful eyes
what flesh
his 9.0’clock shadow
gives a blue tinged
to his skin
he gestures with hands
opening them outward
like some trader
selling her something dodgy
she can smell his aftershave
it invades her nose
makes her nerves tingle
her knees touch
she lets them spread
beneath the desk
to the limits
her nightdress allows
he sits back in his chair
his words back
to fast speed
over her head
his gestures
are by fingers now
pointing and twirling
his eyes dark
intense like Nietzsche’s
she thinks
she leans forward
air pushing
between her thighs
as she spreads
her legs
as much as possible
under his desk
life’s one big adventure
she thinks
one big dare
she puts her elbows
on his desktop
wearing no underwear
but he doesn’t know
it doesn’t show
but if it did
what then?
what would he say or do?
the window is open
the sky a bright blue.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
I told you I'm different, you didn't believe
You broke me in pieces, but I didn't leave
I feel no peace. I feel no breeze
I feel like falling down on my knees
How could you not know me after all these years ?
I'm hurt. I'm lost.
I'm weak like your trust
But all I could do is treasure you
And hope you'd love me the way I love you
- Gina Hany
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Gina and Dru, the perfect two
Killed a boy named Beau then went on the move
Maybe its sick, maybe its wrong
But for Dru, that Beau hurt his Gina, and love is **** strong
Pinned her down cryin, made her take it
Then those two lovers came back, as it went
Gina brought a tire iron to his head
And Dru was in shock, but wasted no time then
Got in his truck, set for a man named Carl
That new his brother Jaime, behind bars now
They ran and they ran, those two kids man,
But one day Dru passed out, and Gina was hurt again
So while her baby slept, dreaming of her
She ran the bath water hot, didn't care if it hurt
Slit her wrists snip snip, just like that, the end
And Dru woke up and found her, in that water running red
Yelled at the abandoned walls, "You took it all!"
Knees too weak, he begins to fall
Takes the knife from his girl, his entire ******* world
Slit his throat so again he could hold her
They dreamt of treehouses, bad dogs, forever
But in the end, after it all
Gina and Dru are still together
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
.
I will
love my body
I will be more sp
ontaneous I will d
iscover new erge
nous zones I will
be more confide
nt on top I will g
et out of the bed
room more I will
become a blow-
job diva I will no
t be selfish I will
learn what I real
ly love I will spe
nd more serious
time with my va
gina I will stop
over analyzing
I will get to know my G - spot
I will play out my fantasies I will stop
faking ******* I w ill just kiss more ofte
n I will stop saying something feels
good when it doesn't
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Sounds swarming
But quite alarming
College babes
Like___ Slimfast
Drink___ fast
Loves never last
Dorming ****
X box Assassin Creed
Video gifts Elfering
Twitter featuring
The Rattlesnake
*********
My sweet
surrender
Sangria
stuttering
Big mistake
The sangria
Clever mastering
The place was
bugged
That Drunk
No comedy act
Ben Stiller
All Gigs **** her
GIF ruff stuff
Gold digger bluff
Hangover cliff
Her bedroom eyes
Tonight the
Holy water
I phone Maria
Sangria suits him
Just the ring fighter
Ratfinks website
White being
creamed
Drink Kahlia
I won't
My dream drink
Sangria
Saint
My love, you ain't
He is singing
Maria
Strong hangover
with mudpack
Malaria
Drink playmate
All geared up
Generous Gina
Montezuma revenge
The Saint lounge
Competition
How she flaunts
her drinks inferior
Writing a poem
missing
some fonts
((His Tatoo))
the bomb drinker
Pineapple chunks
Bayou
water ripe ripples
Leftover drunks
Mon Cheri *******
Acting like a Saint
Terri spiritual Rumi
The drink scruples
relationship
sandstorm
Riders of
Morrisons
Heirs of beer
At the dorm
The ((Psychic Alarm))
Your drink woke
you up
****** humor
potential
Sangria
Someone was singing
I just met a girl
named Maria
((Harry Potter Hogwarts))
San Antonio
Met Maria
What a belly wash
Drinking up
Alcoholic Darts
Sanguine
Difficulty
pregnancy
Two lovers
liking Maria
Optimistic
Smoothing in
Sangria
He has
a Margarita____*
Mexican
Cancun
Margaret
upbeat
down to her
last drink
Sangria tank
Egyptian Army
buddy drinking
Like a
sandbank
Computer
Clickbank
Lions and coins
sandblasting
Morons
multitasking
Bermuda sounds
Sandpipers
And globetrotters
My Saint
of Sangria
Barcelona
Goddess
On her drenched
Sangria
mattress
She could
have done
his Bio
((That SanAntonio))
((Hostess)) Gia
Lollobrigida
Tony was singing
out to Maria
Her wings
of liquor
The Saint moves
quicker_______
Cabaret stripper
Natalie let me
entertain you
Surprise the
sanitarians
Flipping homes
Drinking up
Their Sangria
My Saint
Bella
Mama Mia
You arrived invite
your friends
No Maria______!!
Drinks on me
Schools out
But Sangria
Stays in we party
Way out
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR
is what your eyes are screaming at me,
pencil scratching across page as
fingers stampede, stationary upon
your desk. don't you
know what you're doing to me,
with your Catholic faith and
artesian frame?? I swear
to your god (for I am
Protestant and yes they are different)
that you will ruin me and I swear
to my god that I would
love nothing better for in
your unmaking of me there is
a subtle art,
not an artifice, and it is
this which I adore, possibly
even more than I adore thee.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
let's imagine a time when I hated this skin I'm in.
way before ink ever flowed through this pen.
when I was never proud to be told I was
Tanio Indian.
the blacker the berry
the sweeter the juice.
no the blacker your skin the closer to your roots,
and the further black people
will stray away from you.
you'll be called names
that would break even the strongest
to their delight.
you can be beautiful
with long hair.
but their not even aware.
chasing another girl with black skin
yet more fair.
now I'm standing in the store searching though the creams
yes guys.
young black girls do these things.
mom calling your phone,
but your not done
looking.
for the one that works
as the mirror stares at you,
hoping your wishes come true.
turn this dark skin into something
more pleasing for you.
unaware of the tears
that are always there
clouding your vision.
so you can never see the truth
that you are the most beautiful of the two
Brown Queens
this is for you
sometimes you are the only smudge in the room.
we are ignored, chastised, and cast aside
for most of our young lives
until you wake up on your own and realize
those pictures on your phone don't represent women like YOU
women with the perfect hue
never a blemish or imperfection
could ever be seen by the likes of you
and you finally understand the attention
was always on you
veiled by insults you couldn't see through
little brown girls with curly hair
you matter and your skin does too.
that was something I could never tell myself
but then again I had no help from young women like myself
cause most of them wishing they was Gina
we still don't get what that representation means
how Pam had a connection to queens.
but how auspicious they've made the cover up
it never really had quality
but means to further divide our people away from black equality.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
You seem to be my Clyde to my Bonnie
You seem to be my Martin to my Gina
You seem to be my Bobby to my Whitney
And you are more than I could ever ask for
You get on my nerves
You call me names (but in a friendly way)
You tell me your honest opinion
And you even check others when it comes to me!
You are my Micky to my Minnie
You are my Homer to my Marge
You are my Peter to my Louis
And you are someone I can trust
You helped me up whenever I was feeling down
You showed me that giving up wasn’t an option
You treated me like no other!
You can be my Simba to my Nala
You can be my Prince Adam “Beast” to my Belle
You can be my Shrek to my Fiona
And you can be more than just my friend
You honestly opened my eyes
You made me change my mind about dating
You always told me I was beautiful!
You will forever be my Lucious to my Cookie
You will forever be my Jamie to my Fancy
You will forever be my Dwayne to my Whitley
And I plan on making this last forever
You seem to be my friend
You seem to be my lover
You seem to be my other half!
Honestly
I think you’re my best friend...
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Please me____
(In) the- in -crowd
You lose me
(Out) the- out
Fury
never
works
out with
Gary_____
Don't ugly
goose me
No pretty, please
me so deceiving
Whole entire
City is leaving
Hot fun summer in the city
A curse like a bad omen such a pity___
Face me
Camelian
Stan the evil
man
To the ugliest
Fight at the
Grecian slam
Huncheback of
Notre Dame
The Pompeii fire
flame
Ugly ducking tamed
Modern
Video-game
Chavez
Fizz Roz
Heading towards
The Planetarium
Pretty tragic
Ending up in a
sanitarium
((Magic))**
Strikingly
matched
Twin of topaz
The Solarium Jazz
Going to Saratoga
Song Sara Smiles
But travels all the way
To Minnesota
So drained Rotto
Rooter
At the Polaris Mall
Christopher Columbus
Clockwork on a bus
Oh! Ohio red roaster
Never pretty at the
Bull's eye Rodeo
Rodeo drive*
Devil and Domino
Virgo meeting Hugo
Taurus
The Pluto Bull
of lotto
Gina eating
Italian Alfredo
Mudpack stinks
Frank and Dino
Sammy the
Rat pack
Moms
Baking soda
Dominque
Mystique
Trapeze
Doing Yoga
Please without
the pretty
Bo ditty
Feeling gitty
Not to be flattered
So bloated
fatter
Role Gotta give
Beauty beast wider
On Fox Five
Harley Quinn rider
Arizona
Eating
Tapioca
Life is a ***** not
a beach diet
Never do we pray
Pretty please to preach
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
The "ex" takes effect. The affects infect and infest. Imbedded in my body the pleasure endorphins find a fine place to nest. Gotta rest, gotta move, gotta dance gotta grove.
Anything to change the mood, change the tune. You are the ropes that bind me. Once you know what it takes to untie me come find me.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
Get me a ticket flying cargo
Sweep me to Columbia, to Mexico
Desserts of ancient sands
Bring me enemies and friends
Take me in first class
And back again
Steal tears, take everything for me
Every need is a want, every want is a need
Riots at the embassy in Mexico
Carry on we’ve places to go
Take me by coach
You already know
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC