Reality check

D - Fence

Laura Marling - Devil's Spoke Official Video

I might be apart of this
ripple on water from a lonesome drip
A fallen tree that witness me
I'm alone,
Him and me.

And then life it's self can not aspire
to have someone be so admired
I threw creation to my king
have the silence broken by a whispered wind.

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.

And root to root and tip to tip
I look at him my country gip
Let it up I own his fears
But someone brought you close to tears.

Many trains and many miles
Like you to me on this sunny isle
What of which you wish to speak
Have you come here to rescue me?

All of this can be broken
All of this can be broken
Hold your devil by his spoke and spin him to the ground.

But the love of your life
lives but lies no more
and where she lay
a flower grows.

The arms are fed
the babes have wed
and the backs have bled,
keeping her in tow.

But I am keeper
And I hold your face away from light
I am yours till they come
I am yours till they come.

Eye to eye
Nose to nose
ripping off eachothers clothes
in the most perculiar way.

Eye to eye
Nose to nose
ripping off eachothers clothes
in the most perculiar way.

Laura Marling

I speak because I can

Devil's Spoke

2010

North

Migración

FarmVille

¿Debo decir de dónde saque la foto ?

Una Conversación Sobre La Moral, La Eternidad y la Copulación

regresaban calle abajo y calle arriba
sin brazos, sin piernas, sin ojos,
sin pulmones, ni mentes
ni vida, aunque
la guerra había sido ganada
y la madame de pie en la puerta
me dijo,
no importa, habrá
negocio como siempre
porque si no les han dado un tiro
en las otras partes
seguirán queriendo
follar

¿y los muertos? le
pregunté

los muertos carecen de dinero
y de sentido

¿no pasa igual con muchos de los vivos?
sugerí

sí, pero a ésos
no servimos.

Dios te
amará

Seguro que
sí

¿Le servirás
tú?

Yo he estado sirviéndole, tú lo sabes:
los hombre son hombres y
los soldados son soldados y
les encanta
follar, ¿no es
así?

Amén,
dije.

... Charles Bukowsky ...