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VenusWorshipper
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Marc is a person from Melbourne, VIC, Australia
The Universe I live in is the only place I know and I love all of it!
Life often seems whimsical and the future appears to be rather opaque..
I wish I could go back and fix some things in my life..
but I know that's not possible.
So, I'll dwell here for awhile.
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Casey Desmond - "Tilt Me Back"
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I could be the lady friend
Oh, the possum belly queen, a jill's dream
I've seen the elephant with you daddy
Oh, I've seen everything
The only thing I desire be true, is to share the sky and excitement with you,
My eyes fixed where you go
As you swing to and fro
Passed my view
Can I dangle there too
Tilt me, tilt me back don't let me hit the ground
'Cause now I've found something to keep me high
So can I rely on those hands
I promise that everything's different from upside down
The world just looks better I don't know why
But someday you'll understand
I'm suspended over thousands, and the top is coming down
So I hold on to your sweet swing cloud memory as my performance hits the ground
Tilt me, tilt me back don't let me hit the ground
'Cause now I've found something to keep me high
So can I rely on those hands
I promise that everything's different from upside down
The world just looks better I don't know why
But someday you'll understand
Tilt me darling, keep me from falling
Tilt me, just don't let me hit the ground
Tilt me, tilt me back don't let me hit the ground
'Cause now I've found something to keep me high
So can I rely on those hands
I promise that everything's different from upside down
The world just looks better I don't know why
But someday you'll understand
Tilt me back, tilt me back, tilt me back
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ZillaJezebels blog - StumbleUpon
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Because of you, in gardens
of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues
that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower
to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain
that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek
out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.
Pablo Neruda - Love -
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