Monday 10 October 2011
Monday 15 August 2011
Friday 1 April 2011
Making love to a preacher must be fun.
I kinda feel like orange juice.
Pigs, pigs, pigs!
Send me a letter with a bit of hair.
Eating biscuits and cakes and pastries makes your legs run faster.
A woman, a man and a little bird.
Crying your name out in the streets of London.
Covered with a towel made of copper coins.
Some tea some whiskey and a mean story about a good man.
Diseased lovers.
Hot grammas in blue satin trousers.
America's best politician talking to the deaf.
Forks and spoons having sex
The cat drowning in a black pudding bucket.
I said so
Wednesday 16 March 2011
Tuesday 1 February 2011
Personas que se convirtieron en gente
Gente mayor que tú que parece más pequeña,
Gente triste y gente ausente,
gente pretenciosa, gente extranjera,
gente concisa, gente que habla y no dice nada,
gente que me asusta, gente que nunca he visto,
gente azul, gente sin principios,
gente que tiene, gente perdida,
gente demasiado flaca o demasiado gorda,
gente enamorada, gente que se miente,
gente que no me entiende,
gente que pasa por mí y se va.
Gente en general.
Gente triste y gente ausente,
gente pretenciosa, gente extranjera,
gente concisa, gente que habla y no dice nada,
gente que me asusta, gente que nunca he visto,
gente azul, gente sin principios,
gente que tiene, gente perdida,
gente demasiado flaca o demasiado gorda,
gente enamorada, gente que se miente,
gente que no me entiende,
gente que pasa por mí y se va.
Gente en general.
Thursday 27 January 2011
Listening to this
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one’s laughing at God
When it’s gotten real late
And their kid’s not back from the party yet
No one laughs at God
When their airplane start to uncontrollably shake
No one’s laughing at God
When they see the one they love, hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they’re mistaken
No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one’s laughing at God
When there’s a famine or fire or flood
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God
When they’ve lost all they’ve got
And they don’t know what for
No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes
But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very poor
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God
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