Bob lyrics

My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn't have to say she's faithful,Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.People carry roses,Make promises by the hours,My love she laughs like the flowers,Valentines can't buy her.In the dime stores and bus stations,People talk of situations,Read books, repeat quotations,Draw conclusions on the wall.Some speak of the future,My love she speaks softly,She knows there's no success like failureAnd that failure's no success at all.The cloak and dagger dangles,Madams light the candles.In ceremonies of the horsemen,Even the pawn must hold a grudge.Statues made of match sticks,Crumble into one another,My love winks, she does not bother,She knows too much to argue or to judge.The bridge at midnight trembles,The country doctor rambles,Bankers' nieces seek perfection,Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.The wind howls like a hammer,The night blows cold and rainy,My love she's like some ravenAt my window with a broken wing.

Så sødt:o) Ja, så lille har jeg sq været...

flere books

Så har jeg added flere bøger på min LibraryThing, ikke fordi jeg har nået at læse nogle i den tid jeg har gået på db, nono! men man kommer da lige i tanke om nogle, engang imellem, som man ENGANG måske godt kunne finde på at læse, hvis man sq være så heldig at få sig et liv...mmmm:).....yes, some day, maybeeeee?? :)

what's new?

Synes godt nok det er svært at huske på man har en blog, der skal opdateres. Der er jo arbejde nok med fjæsbogen og messenger. Er det bare moi? Selvom der er 'ferie', er det nu lidt svært at holde styr på det hele, især i denne travle travle tid, phy...bliver stresset bare ved tanken:oS Så jeg kan konkludere at blogs er for dem med tid, masser af tid!!

lyrics for the day

If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop
I've been running hot
You got me ticking gonna blow my top
If you start me upIf you start me up
I'll never stop
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If you start it up
Kick on the starter give it all you got, you got, you got
I can't compete with the riders in the other heats
If you rough it up
If you like it you can slide it up, slide it up
Don't make a grown man cry
My eyes dilate, my lips go green
My hands are greasy
She's a mean, mean machine
Start it up
If start me up
Give it all you got
You got to never, never, never stop
Never, neverSlide it up
You make a grown man cry
Ride like the wind at double speed
I'll take you places that you've never, never seen
Start it up
Love the day when we will never stop, never stop
Never stop, never stop
Tough me up
Never stop, never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry
You, you make a dead man come
You, you make a dead man come