A maior influência...o visionário.
The thoughts of Mary JaneWho can knowThe thoughts of Mary janeWhy she fliesOr goes out in the rainWhere she's beenAnd who she's seenIn her journey to the stars.Who can knowThe reason for her smileWhat are her dreamsWhen they've journeyed for a mileThe way she singsAnd her brightly coloured ringsMake her the princess of the sky.Who can knowWhat happens in her mindDid she come from a strange worldAnd leave her mind behindHer long lost sighsAnd her brightly coloured eyesTell her story to the wind.Who can know The thoughts of Mary JaneWhy she fliesOr goes out in the rainWhere she's beenAnd who she's seenIn her journey to the stars.
Hoje o Código de Barras faz 1 ano!!!Obrigada a todos pela vossa presença*
Hoje é o meu 25º dia egocêntrico...pelo menos uma vez por ano podemos ser o centro das atenções:)Obrigada mãe e pai*
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.(Illinoise)His father was a drinker and his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts when the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh the dead
27 people
Even more, they were boys, with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid
Cayman islands Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows Then into the street following the water There's a bearded man paddling in his canoe Looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman IslandsThese canals, it seems, they all go in circles Places look the same, and we're the only difference The wind is in your hair, it's covering my view I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrowIf only they could see, if only they had been here They would understand, how someone could have chosen To go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding Holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear
