I've missed you.
Woman dressed in red
smile at the man
when you wake up in his bed.
Woman Dressed in black
wink at the man
then stab him in his back.
smile at the man
when you wake up in his bed.
Woman Dressed in black
wink at the man
then stab him in his back.
We might have been meant for each other. To be or not to be, let our hearts discover. I have a feeling, it's a feeling I'm concealing, I don't know whyIt's just a mental, incidental, sentimental alibi. But I adore you, so strong for you. Why go on stalling, I am falling, love is calling, why be shy? Let's fall in love. Why shouldn't we fall in love? Our hearts are made of it, let's take a chance. Why be afraid of it?
Two people. A chance encounter. Their eyes meet,
and for an instant.... the flutter of hearts. A flirtacious smile.
A sigh of longing. As the pass in the night, the soft breeze wispers,
"If only..."
-Frank Sinatra
and for an instant.... the flutter of hearts. A flirtacious smile.
A sigh of longing. As the pass in the night, the soft breeze wispers,
"If only..."
-Frank Sinatra
She was the perfect woman, in every single way,
She made the sun shine brighter, and all my cares go away.
YELLOW BIRD
Mark Gabriel for BEST ART DIRECTIONProd: Steven N. Bray
Dir: Jessie Wallace
Prod. Co: Smiling Toad Pictures Inc.
2180 Headon Forest Dr.
Burlington, ON
L7M 2X1
(416)858-4841
jwallace@smilingtoadpictures.com
http://www.jessiewallace.net/jessiewallace/Director/4C7F9DC0-BBC7-47CD-B805-5385AB86E581.html
You gotta spend some time love,
you gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
you gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
I'm so scared to lose you now, so easy to lose you now.
Because there calling at my door, so I'm locking up my door.
Now my thoughts are very dark, and my dreams are always dark.
Don't let them take me away, cause I want me to stay.
Because there calling at my door, so I'm locking up my door.
Now my thoughts are very dark, and my dreams are always dark.
Don't let them take me away, cause I want me to stay.
And I, and I need your soul because you're always soulful.
And I, and I need your heart, because you're always in the right places.
My eyes are a steady look of seduction, and the mirror is my best friend.
I sing when no one is around, and a never listen when they are.
I sing when no one is around, and a never listen when they are.
I am my own audience, and I act accordingly.
And despite all evidence to the contrary, I am still better than you.
I was once the lamb, calm and contained.
-Matt Trivett
Silent night, broken night.
All is fallen when you take your flight.
I found some hate for you just for show.
You found some love for me thinking I'd go.
Don't keep me from crying to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, moonlit night.
Nothings changed, nothing is right.
I should be stronger than weeping alone.
You should be weaker than sending me home.
I can't stop you fighting to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
All is fallen when you take your flight.
I found some hate for you just for show.
You found some love for me thinking I'd go.
Don't keep me from crying to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, moonlit night.
Nothings changed, nothing is right.
I should be stronger than weeping alone.
You should be weaker than sending me home.
I can't stop you fighting to sleep.
Sleep in heavenly peace.
What makes a man walk away from his mind?
What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?
What makes a man want to break a heart with ease?
What makes a man pray, when he's about to die?
De liefde is niet voor mij bedoeld.
Ook al schijnt de zon nog zo fijn
de jongens breken mijn hart
na het vrijen in het gras.
-Leo Kroonen
http://www.leo-kroonen.nl/
Ook al schijnt de zon nog zo fijn
de jongens breken mijn hart
na het vrijen in het gras.
-Leo Kroonen
http://www.leo-kroonen.nl/
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that.
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
If this is love,
then I'm fucking proud of it.
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
KYLEWILSON
As still,
still as the soft echoing voice of reason,
the trees bend with the awkward world of which they've created,
a light reflects upon the subtle witness of such movement,
calming the waves with the warmth of a thousand souls,
expanding outward regaining the third horizon.
She stands,
still as the breathless en devour of confusion,
guided to what she has been awakened for,
with closed eyes the path becomes visible,
with steps not touching the ground,
she moves her shade, crossing her color.
Outside of solitude and within the grasp of fear,
alone she stands strong,
alone she sings.
with every gentle note, the trees unwind.
The last sound of time is the song thats sung inside our mind.
still as the soft echoing voice of reason,
the trees bend with the awkward world of which they've created,
a light reflects upon the subtle witness of such movement,
calming the waves with the warmth of a thousand souls,
expanding outward regaining the third horizon.
She stands,
still as the breathless en devour of confusion,
guided to what she has been awakened for,
with closed eyes the path becomes visible,
with steps not touching the ground,
she moves her shade, crossing her color.
Outside of solitude and within the grasp of fear,
alone she stands strong,
alone she sings.
with every gentle note, the trees unwind.
The last sound of time is the song thats sung inside our mind.
I wish I could be a poet, write something flowing and life altering.
I wish I could be a painter, capture thoughts with color.
I wish I could be a musician, help people get through the day with words.
I wish I could be a photographer, capture memories otherwise forgotten.
I wish I could be a linguist, say the right thing to everyone.
I wish I could be a historian, know the dates and names.
I wish I could be a seamstress, make every woman feel good.
I wish I could be a painter, capture thoughts with color.
I wish I could be a musician, help people get through the day with words.
I wish I could be a photographer, capture memories otherwise forgotten.
I wish I could be a linguist, say the right thing to everyone.
I wish I could be a historian, know the dates and names.
I wish I could be a seamstress, make every woman feel good.
Life's a cigarette
If you have ever smoked a cigarette you know the best part is the last part. The last forty or so seconds, where those last desperate drags suck up into oblivion and the air becomes winter thin in your throat, and the last embers finally fall out and extinguish themselves in the most secretive of ways. No final blaze, just a slow burn. That's what life is like. How we act our parts is up to us, for like a cigarette, there are two certain things. There will be fascination with the beginning of the burn, and the end of the burn. How we fill the middle is up to us.
If you have ever smoked a cigarette you know the best part is the last part. The last forty or so seconds, where those last desperate drags suck up into oblivion and the air becomes winter thin in your throat, and the last embers finally fall out and extinguish themselves in the most secretive of ways. No final blaze, just a slow burn. That's what life is like. How we act our parts is up to us, for like a cigarette, there are two certain things. There will be fascination with the beginning of the burn, and the end of the burn. How we fill the middle is up to us.
With dreams of his slow guitar
caught in the net of my mind
I step out on my small porch, gaze;
I drink tea on the porch at sunset all alone
I may have many sorrows
I know this sadness
but it is still a beautiful world
I will walk with beauty all around me
how can we close our eyes?
anybody hear the forest fall?
the woods were lovely, dark and deep
now you loose the smell of the ocean
and the sea its shore
life is too strong for you
and weak hearts expire.
caught in the net of my mind
I step out on my small porch, gaze;
I drink tea on the porch at sunset all alone
I may have many sorrows
I know this sadness
but it is still a beautiful world
I will walk with beauty all around me
how can we close our eyes?
anybody hear the forest fall?
the woods were lovely, dark and deep
now you loose the smell of the ocean
and the sea its shore
life is too strong for you
and weak hearts expire.
'With every crash of every wave I hear something now,
I never listened before. I'm on the edge of a clif, listening.
We might live like never before when there's nothing to give.
Well how can we ask for more?
We might make love in some sacred place.
The look on your face is delicate.
Vous vous fixez sur de petites choses stupides. Nos niveaux de maturité sont énormément différents. Au revoir drame!
We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching.
We might take it home, we might make out when nobody's there.
It's not that we're scared, it's just that it's delicate
He used to be the life and soul of everyone around,
you'd never catch him looking up and never see him down but oh, la laa.
He couldnt raise a smile oh not for a while and he's a failure now.
Don't cry child, you've got so much more to live for.
Don't cry child, you've got something i would die for,
and if it come to the rain, just be glad you'll smile again,
cause so many dont.
He went crazy at nineteen
Said he’d lost all his self esteem
And couldn’t understand why he was crying.
It's been such a long day and work has been stressful, as she arrives home to me wreary and restful.
To relax her I lead her to lay on the bed and remove all the clothes form her waist to her head.
My thumbs gently kneed the base of her back and my nails trace patterns not leaving a scratch.
My hands plot a wondering route up her spine and then on to her shoulders to help her unwind.
I pray the emotions taking affect as I lay a kiss on the nape of her neck.
She rolls onto her back her eyes squinted and dreamy as I gaze at her smile and the beauty beneath me.
I gently lean forward presenting a kiss onto the lips so long I have missed.
When our eyes meet like this and it's just like before we both instantly realize we need nothing more.
I adjust to rest upon her sweet breast and on her torso more so.
In each others arms with interlocked hands lay two smiling faces and one set of plans.
See shore, be sure. Preparing for departure won't take much.
I hope for fair weather, calm winds and waves. I watch you sail clean away.
See sky, leave fly, endless field of white, maybe I just might spread my wings and soar.
00
'Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm
just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own piece of mind; don't assign me yours.'
00EMILYHANES
Can’t we stop? When we stop
my hands will shake, my eyes will burn,
my throat will ache, watching you turn.
my hands will shake, my eyes will burn,
my throat will ache, watching you turn.
00
'I'm looking for a beautiful mind.'
'What defines a beautiful mind?'
'I'm yet to find someone that defines it.''
'What defines a beautiful mind?'
'I'm yet to find someone that defines it.''
00
'Music is said to be the speech of angels;
in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed
to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.'
-Thomas Carlyl
in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed
to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.'
-Thomas Carlyl
00
'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
I'm burning the thoughts of the things that I once said.
00
Quote:
Artist:
A fucker that makes shit and labels it art. Usually French and on drugs, although many are claimed to be German.
What the fuck is that shit?
That "shit" is art bitch.
00FIGHTCLUB
It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, then tossed
it. Like a Christmas tree -- so special, then, bam -- it's abandoned on the side
of the road, tinsel still clinging to it. Like sex crime victims, underwear inside-
out, bound with electrical tape.
it. Like a Christmas tree -- so special, then, bam -- it's abandoned on the side
of the road, tinsel still clinging to it. Like sex crime victims, underwear inside-
out, bound with electrical tape.
00THEGOODLIFE
And I know she loved me then, I swear to God she did. It's way she’d bite my
lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
lower lip and push her hips against my hips and dig her nails so deep into my skin.
00SQUIDANDTHEWHALE
What's a philistine?
It's a guy who doesn't care about books and interesting films and things.
00AURTHUR
I met you walking in the New York night
I said, "Why are you walking so slow?"
You said, "I'm looking for a book I can write
And after that I aint got nowhere to go."
Wasted, I need to find a place to cry.
-Aurthur?
I said, "Why are you walking so slow?"
You said, "I'm looking for a book I can write
And after that I aint got nowhere to go."
Wasted, I need to find a place to cry.
-Aurthur?
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