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• Artiste: Shelma
• Titre: Skating To Santa Barbara
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i don't understand the weather it's hard and steady delicate like a feather a falling mist on higher ground and a downpour of electric sound my shoulders shake as my eyes recreate a crushing rain sure to fall down the weather closes in so that i might drown and we all made our way to the microphones and they all made their way to the offices there's no difference between that and this the airplanes are flying overhead day and night, you can hear them from the porch or the bed so loud i can't hear you saying "please stay home." follow the dream till the dream is dead spites sparks from those who do not you're a dreamer, you're a dreamer stop your sleeping in the winter come and freeze with us here in the icebox and i made my way to the concert halls you still haven't found your way out i won't starve, i won't starve i'm not hungry at all with these notes and words in my mouth finders keepers, i can't give up on this the drummer is dead but it wasn't the music that killed him and i made my way to that humid stage weeping for beauty i was a little bit late it was all i wanted from the rest of my life no dancing, no need to and sunsets are sunsets they mean nothing to me i love what i love, i could hear it approaching me or maybe it was leaving