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Writer, lyricist, artist, musician

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Body language

Body language

Apparently I need a psychologist
My Hands tied
this examination of my silent mind
My Body language
might suggest otherwise

So your the expert that im leaning too
You make me breathless, as I pop my buttons on my oxford cotton long sleeves now would like me to shave or do you mind my beard
You know it’s just me and you

Apparently I now need a ride you set me free
Apparently your no different to me
nice polaroid’s of our special time lipstick kisses send my regards to the wife

So your the expert that I’m leaning too
You make me breathless, as I pop my buttons
On my oxford cotton long sleeves Now would you like me to shave or do you mind my beard
You know it’s just me and me and me

My hands tied, I’m not your type coffee machine moments in my mind
A self portrait to my own destiny

So your the expert that I’m leaning too
You make me breathless, as I pop my buttons
On my oxford cotton long sleeves now would
You like me to shave or do you mind my beard
You know it’s just me and me and me
And these four walls
And these four walls
And these four walls
And these four walls

The plateau

The plateau

The rise the fall
the bread that won’t climb
Those slippery slopes
scented vines beautiful tea

the carved hearts and roses
the history is still so near
even when  the books say it’s
A Long long time ago

It’s easy to be objective
Even if my mind is
dragged left and right

Theaters,shadows

broken signals lost metaphors
The similarities of these places
Those similes those service stations
Those smiling faces the pressure points
You now apply

the things you do and don’t see
that moment the do or die
becomes real and panicked voices
unanswered unresponsive phones

Wltm mutual assured self destruction sense of humour a must.

So it was nothing personal
A weapon of w l t m mutual mass attraction
Minus me minus you self assured
Mutual destruction

All those expletives deleted
And no need for a chat up lines
Were all just passing time
And I’m just treading water

Songs on the radio
those ones you know
let’s set scenes
Like black and white movies
steam trains, Melodramatic kisses
Fruit baskets in your hair
And a plane out of here

Let’s tap dance down the street
I sing songs to you
your blushes
light up my night and your dancing feet
Strange how we would meet
But then the movies always are

Songs on the radio
Those ones you know
Let’s set scenes
Like black and white movies
Steam trains, melodramatic kisses
Fruit baskets in your hair
And a plane out of here

Songs on the radio
Those ones know
Let’s set scenes
Like the black and white movies
Steam trains melodramatic kisses
Fruit baskets in your hair
And a plane out of here