Monday 23 February 2009


One two three,
counting out the signs we see
the tall buildings
fading in the distance
only dots on a map
four five six
the two of us a perfect fit
you're all mine all mine

And all I can say
is you blow me away

Like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me,
yeah you picked me

So softly,
rain against the windows
and the strong coffee
warming up my fingers
in this fisherman's house
you got me,
searched the sand
and climbed the tree
and brought me back down

And all I can say
is you blow me away

Like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me, yeah you picked me

Like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me

Like an apple on a tree
hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
but you picked me
like a shell upon a beach
just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
but you picked me, yeah you picked me

Diego

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Tuesday 3 February 2009


Time, all the long red lines,
that take control of all the smoke-like streams
that flow into your dreams,
that big blue open sea that can't be crossed,
that can't be climbed, just born between,
oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded signs,
of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonight

Holes, dug by little moles,
angry jealous spies, got telephones for eyes,
come to you as friends,
all those endless ends that can't be tied,
oh they make me laugh, and always make me cry,
until they drop like flies, and sink like polished stones,
of all the stones I throw, how does that old song go?
how does that old song go?

Bands, those funny little plans that never work quite right

Mary

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