New song (perfectly so )

I'm awfully proud of this new one, wonder who I should get to perform it ;) :

Perfectly So (bonus track two)

She was pretty. Perfectly so.  They met last spring, about a year ago. He adored her dearly, and always slow. But after he loved her, he had to go...

He had dark hair. Color unknown. And when she fumbled, he said it bold. It's onyx, i'm forever told -- until she dyed hers negro, so the story unfolds...

And then one night, perfectly so . He got drunk, and cast a stone. One wish, the color of bone -- to forget another -- and find his home.

Then one day, perfectly so. .. came another woman, at his throne. He asked kindly, can I make you my own? Then she said, if you're willing, let this be known.

Well his pretty, was like a porcelain doll. A face worthy, of a curtain call. But when he loved her, he refused to fall. Then he left her, and she denied it all.

He had a time, out of spite. Seeking others with all his might.  It was then he realized, he'd left the perfect life. He returned to surrender... and make her his wife.

Perfectly so... it was perfect...PERFECTLY so... they were perfect...Perfectly so

Be mine lyrics

Be Mine

fast, upbeat tempo/punk

he had a girl's hairdo
and she had a boy's
cut rigid along the lines
traced like a fine wine

and when he drank from that bottle
only one thing was certain
and the words echoed in his mind
"be mine, be mine, be mine...."

she was sorrowful
to a certain extent
the way he left her
heaven or hellbent

but she didn't cry
the day he died
she only sighed
with visions of reasons why

tortured with destitution
to a certain degree
a hallmark card greeting
wasn't the key

what she lacked
was only him
and what he lacked
was buried within

so he took his grim words
to his grave
hiding the one thing
deep in his heart
that he truly craved

eyes of soft brown collide lyrics

Fm  C  Am  Dsus  C  G  C
reds, yellows, oranges and greens...
drifting endlessly

D  G  Em  C  A  Bm  E
dogs bark in the distance
as I wander around stones

Fm  C  Am  Dsus  C  G  C
reds, yellows, oranges and greens...
crunching beneath my feet

D  G  Em  C  A  Bm  E
I hear a child's laughter, a whimper, stiffled
where souls circle round the graves

Fm  C  Am  Dsus  C  G  C
reds, yellows, oranges and greens...
alive as anything

D  G  Em  C  A  Bm  E
a lover's passion is desolate when alone
in this place my tears must fall

Fm  C  Am  Dsus  C  G  C
reds, yellows, oranges and greens...
gradually descend upon me

D  G  Em  C  A  Bm  E
my lonely desparation departs from me
my ellusive liquid soul feels the icy sithe of death

Fm  C  Am  Dsus  C  G  C
reds, yellows, oranges and greens...
your eyes of soft brown finally find me
reds, yellows, organges and greens...
your eyes of soft brown stare into me
intimately

Dry Dream lyrics

The road is empty where I come from 
The doors have been closed, locked 
A gentle breeze that once was 
has also left me 
\I stand in a waterless stream wondering 
will it ever shimmer again, did it ever? 
No, I bend to retrieve the last broken 
twig of my lonely years 
\Above birds fly free, in twos and threes 
my solitude embraces me with open arms 
painting a picture of that quiet field 
below rotating clouds watch, whistling 
\Enjoying their company of the rain 
pouring down into my empty stream 
heartless pellets consuming, surrounding 
But it does not shimmer, no, 
where I come from I stand saturated 
embracing lonely years with open arms

(New song)

Sexting

Whores are whores because they aren't wanted for any other reason

Sluts are sluts because they can't be whores

Tramps are tramps because they can't be ladies

Ladies are ladies because they'd rather be your wife than your whore

But why must we focus so much on the woman

When the men are the reason they're bores

Do they know how to feel love..
If they can't make love
Is it true love or real love?

Is it the bad karma
Or a simple head trauma
Raised by a bad mama
Or lack of using commas

What exactly is a good man
One who knows he certainly can
Treat a good woman like spam
Or will he even give a damn

If the whores are a bore
And the sluts give up
The tramps are revamped
And the ladies make babies

Then where does that leave you and me?
A married couple
With lots of truffles
In a city that bussles
Maybe.... Brussels...

Infinity

It's not you it's me I see
Infinity  (x4)

And the stars shine down (x4 )

It's not me it's you I see
Infinity  (x4 )

And the stars shine down (x4)

It's like a tale of two cities I see
Infinity
It's like black not white I see Infinity 
It's like two wrongs making right I see Infinity
It's like two darks making light I see Infinity

(Repeat)