Testi:
Blood Ruby

He works, he sleeps He knows his history He reads, he dreams So much ability He drives Northwest Up the interstate The snow falls slow Hypnotic and opaque

Shuttled through narrow gaps, All these walls line our trap. Brick and steel, glass, concrete, No more field and no more tree. Babel Babel rising Cleaves

I'd made my mind up; I'd had quite enough. I was too small but I just wanted it all. You had the fins and My feet were dangling; Could only wade in While

Sleeps in your bed, Eats from your bread; God only knows what The neighbors say. He empties the bottle, Says never again; Wanna believe That it's gonna

Was water-white Sung winter glass Plaque-platinum cold Stun Stockholm sun Tram traveler Electric hum Pilgrims on the Centro Floating, drifting, Eddy-

The thaw comes gnawing Up the hillside. Trees cling like vines To the morning light. Me in my window, A glassy gray sky. It creeps inside To where the

Ghost at the gate, Why don't we go Over the lay of the land? Memories fade, But I can feel them Wade through the sun And the shade. Who owns the hills

Commencent a m'bassiner serieux Toutes ces histoires sur les blondes Comme s'il etait tellement mieux D'etre brune comme la Joconde Toutes ces vannes

city, on a pretty day when I dressed in Jiggy And I got security with me I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly, you won't even know that ya nose dripping So much blood