killing the hours with UNI work.
4 weeks left.
BUSH: WARM MACHINE.
I memorise the basics
Making strange faces
Tread slowly for i know
There's a thousand miles to go
Without blinking
Gravitate spacewards find a home for the head from my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Feeling warm
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Of being born to lose
This is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine ...
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1 comment:
Very clever! How? I know its delayed, but how?
miguel
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