Tác giả: Mike Rosenberg
Feather On The Clyde
Well there's a river that runs through Glasgow. and makes her but it breaks her and takes her into the parks. and her current just like my blood...
Holes
I know a man with nothing in his hands, nothing but a rolling stone. he told me about when his house burnt down, he lost everything he owned. he lay...
I Hate
I hate racist blokes, telling tasteless jokes. and explaining where people belong. i hate ignorant folks, who pay money to see gigs. and talk through...
Keep On Walking
Well last night I couldn't sleep. i got up and started walking. down to the end of my street. and on into town. well I had no one to meet. and I had...
Let Her Go
1. Staring at the bottom of your glass. hoping one day you'll make a dream last. but dreams come slow and they go so fast. you see her when you...
Patient Love
Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket. i'm not gonna roll it no I'm not gonna smoke it. til we're staring at the stars and the rockets. twinkling in...
The Wrong Direction
When I was a kid the things I did were hidden under the grid. young and naive I never believed that love could be so well hid. with regret I'm...