17.1.04
posted by Sseldnim
5:30 da tarde
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Tripando de Hubble
Is that the stars in the sky, or is it, rain fallin’ down
Will it burn me if I touch the sun-uh, yeah, so big, so round
Would I be truthful, yeah, in, uh,
In chosin’ you as the one for me?
Is this love, baby, or is it, uh-huh,
Just, uh, confusion?
O-oh, my mind is so messed up-uh, goin’ ’round and ’round
Must there be all the colors-uh
Without names, without sound, baby?
My heart burns with feeling, but, uh
Woe, but my mind, it’s cold and reeling
Is this love, baby, or, uh-huh, or is it confusion?
Oh, my head is poundin’, poundin’
Goin’ ’round and ’round and ’round and ’round
Must there always be these colors? , uh
Without names, without sound
My heart burns with feelin’
Oh, but my mind is cold and reelin’, uh
Is this love, baby
Or is it-uh, huh, just, uh, confusion?
Oh, you tell me baby, is this , uh, love or confusion?
Mama, we must get together and, uh, find out
Exactly what we’re tryin’ to do
Love or confusion? , confusion
Love Or Confusion - J.Hendrix (1942-70)
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The To To Also It
Windows,
The mess you trap logic,
You through glass blur,
A off and go.
You escape on city.
The lethal surprise
of affecting the future.
Peer stained you it's color,
There a discover.
So you impulse contentment.
Has do strain color.
You discover
You'll yellow,
you within trap logic,
That in you that back you.
And you could construe.
You world gleam when trapped.
Left regret.
What one stop creates particles.
The poisoning you'll mess to color.
There logic,
A discover.
So that, contentment.
And you you mere destructive fallout,
as that detonation radioactive.
The surprise through
among those on it,
is passed to offspring.
Through see blur,
Sometimes is glimpse feel hues,
You can't bare once
deadly ability well.
Survivors occurance.
Generations it.
Of passed offspring stained.
It's that you can't
impulse color.
Each back each discover.
The could from enough, there.
Another any Hiroshima,
This detonation hidden.
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