Cirmuļa atklāsmes - 21. Aprīlis 2009

I miss the days when I was me
when life was simple
and love was free

I do remember sunny days
on sandy seagull scattered shores
and cycling miles along those roads
with sun-burned face and shoulders sore

I do now what I know I should
and take no time to be that girl
just thinking now of what was then
yes, I would miss you if I could

es šodien tēloju Mis Melones.
piedauzīgi. brr. hehe.
turklāt ir parādījusies vēlēšanās vienkāršot dzīvi.
dzīvot laukos, skaldīt malku un audzēt burkānus.
un zīmēt mušas, puķes un meksikāniskas lauksaimniecības ainavas.
nez, uz ko tas būtu?

my life's pathetic
and love's a whore
I'm sure the angels
crap on my porch
I saw them late last evening
they were about to lay another one
so I don't believe in Easter bunnies
any more

it's beautiful,
it's beautiful,
it's beautiful, and sway,
I got hit by a bus,
and my nose is ludicrous,
and my dog just ran away -
so that's all there is to say

(parodija par Džeimsa dziesmu)