sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012
Love's a hand-me-down brew, I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room. One o'clock till four, and Lord, how slow the moments go. And all I do is pour black coffee, since the blues caught my eye. I'm hangin' out on Monday, my Sunday dreams to dry.
Englischer Garten, Munique
quinta-feira, 15 de março de 2012
But say what you'll say
about the farmers and the fun
and the things behind the sun
and the people round your head
who say everything's been said
and the movement in your brain
sends you out into the rain.
Schlosspark Nymphenburg, Munique