January 2010
Dan Black, KiD CuDi... :)
Gimme, gimme, symphonies Gimme more than the life I see I lie down in the dust just under your eye A scrap of paper, thin as vapour Filling my clothes like smoke A couple of the wires in my heart are broke I throw, I miss, something, nothing Dreams, schemes, moments wasted Taste that tasted Fate I’m fated Re-edited again then copy, pasted The lights of a car go by in a stream ...