Étiquette : Turn on the Bright Lights

La case à Depp appelle.

But each night, I bury my love around you.

Because friends don’t waste wine when there’s words to sell.

Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight.

It’s up to me now, turn on the bright lights.

Surprise, sometimes, will come around.

Un canal, des canots.

At the bottom of the ocean she dwells.

My best friend’s a butcher he has sixteen knives he carries them all over the town at least he tries.

Brooklyn bridge.

Training myself not to care.

Les mamies de mes amis sont mes âmes mies¹.

Là, fers luisent ― (trio)¹

2006 en… #5.

Juste deux passages [2/2].

Lundi.