Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Slow jams

[audio: Don Johnson Big Band - Penguin]
"6.45 in the morning in december
I'm waiting for the dawning of the sunlight and remember
Your slender, fragile figure asleep beside me
You shivered and weeped as idly in your sleep as when you lied

We could start things all over from scratch
And put it all behind us, move it outside and close the blinders
But it doesn't work that way, you can't erase an emotion
Placing a notion like that might seem hard like facing an ocean."

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