letra de the gallery - legendary pink dots
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my building’s full of little holes with heads in,
staring at the street.
they sometimes topple forwards,
then stick at one another,
p-ssing freaks.
they rarely speak and though i don’t feed them–
still they keep their double (their quadruple) chins.
their garbage bins are emptied each day.
by night waiting with lights off, their cats out,
their wives in– they’re peeping!
they’re peeping at the methylated man who spits in a can,
spreads his hands for silver,
pans for gutter gold.
he mutters old forgotten songs his father taught him,
rolls on the floor.
he rolls in alcoves,
gets caught in waterfalls down rotting walls.
(he’s bored.)
my friends applaud, throw pennies and wait. . .
peeping from the gallery.
letras aleatórias
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- letra de wax (living memories) - thayerperiod
- letra de king of the monsters - flying squid
- letra de shooter - eva
- letra de just begun - rafael witt
- letra de balla balla - ski aggu
- letra de yogurt squirt - jake thatcher
- letra de hbo&f**k - jacuś
- letra de dreams - liza anne
- letra de secret alive - gloomlezz lands