My album of love songs for more spiritual space

Geplaatst: 24 augustus 2009 in Lied
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DELAY OUR LOVE DELAY
OUR LONGING FOR A DAY
WHEN HE WILL STAY
AND BE OUR SHINING RAY
 
(Choir)
We need Time and Space
Room for The Tree of Love
We go for a Big Necklace
And refuse any other Stuff
 
Crazy Saints are marching on
“our love will getting strong”
resembling all their emotion
waking up a sturdy will to belong
making them feel sure about sex
that there’s more than the girl next
door, that there is a bond of love in war
unconcious for what both wants more and more
 
We need Time and Space
Room for The Tree of Love
We go for a Big Necklace
And refuse any other Stuff
 
When a women wants to spend
the time alone with her deer friend
whom she needs like a hungry lion
who can refuse such blessed invitation
She will take her bath before the dawn
of time is teared by his stiff hot iron
She will make a gasp in her prawn
recites a poem of her Lord Byron
 
We need Time and Space
Room for The Tree of Love
We go for a Big Necklace
And refuse any other Stuff
 
She who cares about our need
to have a man who loves her fire
will she accept our beloved sheep
will that be enough for her to retire
consuming the stuff in a holy dream
between water and water as she is seen
to symbolize the endlessness of her desire
come on baby let’s fuck for The Only Prior
 
We need Time and Space
Room for The Tree of Love
We go for a Big Necklace
And refuse any other Stuff
 
Look forward girl there will be a better life
when once he feels no more the knife
as a killing string around his bully balls
like he is explaining you in so many calls
who do’nt cares about spending time alone
she spoke out and loud who were her only one
and she’s already made up her mind
You Both Are The Stuff Of A Whole Mankind.
 
We need Time and Space
Room for The Tree of Love
We go for a Big Necklace
And refuse any other Stuff
 
tree of love
 
 
 
all my friends told me she was too hot
all my friends told me she acts like god
well i knew that myself and i tried to run away
well i knew that myself and i tried to stay that way
 
but the faster i ran the more i fell behind
but the faster i ran the more i lost my grind
because she’d already made up her mind
because she’d already moved on to find
 
now there is nothing so deep as the ocean
now there is nothing so high as the mountain
 
and there is nothing so far as the sky
and there is nothing so fast as my fly
and there is nothing so unwavering as a woman
and there is nothing so absorbing as a man
 
when she’s already made up her mind
when she’s already sitting on her behind
 
now she’s at one end of the kitchen table
staring without an expression to a newscable
talking to me without moving her eyes
saying she loves the whom who dies
something about going home with the flies
and she said something about going home
something about needing to spend some time alone
 
and she said something about needing to spend some time alone
and she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
and she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
but she’d already made up her mind
but she’d already made up her mind
so my friend carry me down to the water’s edge
so my friend carry me down to the water’s edge
 
and then sail with me out to that ocean deep
and then sail with me out to that ocean deep
and let me go easy down over the side
and let me go easy down over the side
and remember me to her
and remember me to her
 
she’s already made up her mind
she’s already made up her mind
she’s already made up her mind
she’s already made up her mind
she’s already made up her mind
she’s already made up her mind

reacties
  1. Jezzebel schreef:

    Je woorden zijn prachtig.
    En de plaat zo mooi.
    Ik werd blij en giechelig.
    Oh mijn God, oh mijn God.
    En zo. 🙂

  2. Harry C.A.Daudt schreef:

    Marius…’tijd+ruimte’….ik gun het ieder,vrouw en man.
    Mooie tekstkeuze.
    -groetvandichterbijgrave-

  3. Jan Bouma schreef:

    I’m glad she did…))

  4. Jezzebel schreef:

    Man, wat is het stil.
    Maar ik ken je stem.
    Ik weet het.
    Heel mijn lichaam begrijpt het.
    Zoals David Grossman zegt.
    Als het van binnen raakt.
    En je geheime plek toch deelt.

  5. Jezzebel schreef:

    Ik wil toch nog iets zeggen.
    De duizeligheid van de vrouw.
    In haar buik, zoals ze het noemen.
    Zit in werkelijkheid veel lager.
    Jij maakt het haar maag.
    Maar het is werkelijk van haar kut,
    tot haar navel.

  6. Jezzebel schreef:

    Man oh man, waar blijf je nou?
    .

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