Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain We can fade away or start over again In a high five season, in a cut-price land The southern cross don
In the sanctuary of private rhetoricy When a bustling crowd intrudes Where rival ship meets no incentive To impale its reckless course Where all is lulled
How supple your lips The kind that were meant for kissing I remember you Warm and brown and how your lips invited me to dine Candles lit I still burn
Traduction: Fischerspooner. Tone Poem.
Traduction: Teena Marie. D'Ivoire (un poème symphonique).
Traduction: Midnight Oil. Tone Poem.
: Kissing like a bandit Stealing time Underneath a sycamore tree Cupid by the hour sends Valentines To my sweet lover and me Slowly But surely Your appetite
Kissing like a bandit Stealing time Underneath a sycamore tree Cupid by the hour sends Valentines To my sweet lover and me Slowly But surely Your appetite
whack A Coney Island of the mind it's mine I swipe the sweets strip the beats in the sunshine loco holmes I stroll because I'm thinkin' a tone poem alone
A Coney Island of the mind it's mine I swipe the sweets, strip the beats in the sunshine loco holmes because I'm thinking a tone poem alone is love
this city now they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin waitin at home, and she ain't waitin you can hear the bass in her tone, like she can
this city...now they replacin the thrown i know its alot of...hatin waitin at home, that she aint waitin you can hear the bass in her tone like she cant
cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is darker than yours,
Don?t feel like home, he?s a little out And all these words elope, it?s nothing like your poem Putting in, in putting in, don?t feel like methadone A
Don?t feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like your poem Putting in and putting in Don?t feel like methadone A scratching
this, I keep repeating them hits Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit) As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone As you hear
who lack tranquility In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary Microphone post tone like a rotary phone Age of poems
: I know I might Sound like a got a cold and im speaking But im cold and im sneezing But im grown and breathin. Hear the tone in my speaking And it's
