Wonder why?

Look here miss thang, hate to salt your game...

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

What ever happened to Spandau Ballet? Also, what the heck does that name mean?

So true, funny how it seems...........

That song is bad ass. TRUE.

That's it.. I gotta find that cd.
posted by Gio  # 1:08 PM

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

So what happened to Sting? he is extremely cord hare, and bad ass... random thought, but desert rose came on my mp3 player. Hmm, i think i'll go look him up.
posted by Gio  # 2:00 PM

Monday, April 05, 2004

Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep this air is blessed you share with me this
night is wild so calm and dull these hearts they race
from self control your legs are smooth
as they graze mine we're doing fine we're doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst or break or bury or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
The words are hushed lets not get busted,
just lay entwined here undiscovered.
Safe from the earth and all the stupid questions..
"hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear, so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My
heart is yours to fill or burst or break or bury or wear as jewelery,
which ever you prefer.
Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and
the time on the clock when we realized
it's so late and the walk that we shared together.
The street was wet and the gate was locked
so I jumped it and let you in and you stood at the door
with your hands on my waist and you kissed me,
but you meant it and I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it, that you meant it,
and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it
posted by Gio  # 1:48 PM

Friday, April 02, 2004

I see you, and you see me. But you're blowing your lie when you're making a scene, oh girl. You've got to know. What my head over looks, other senses will show to my heart. when it's watching for lies, you can't escape my eyes. Private eyes, they're watching you. They see you're every move.
posted by Gio  # 1:59 PM

Thursday, April 01, 2004

you'll be accepting my apology, foir taking things too seriously. sometiems i'm old enough to keep routines sometimes i'm child enough to scream. for everything I broke into, you're barely missing me i'm missing you. and everything you do, i really do, i really do for sure i do. my once photographic memory recollection second failing me, i can't remember for the life of me. Sometimes i can think to recite words that i read and rewrite.
posted by Gio  # 2:00 PM

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

So long sweet summer, I stumbled upon you and greatfully basked in your ears. So long sweet summer. I fell into you, now you're gracefully falling away. Hey thanks, thanks for that summer. It's cold where you're going i hope that your hearts always warm. i gave you the best, gave you the best that i had. passed on the letters and passed on the best that i had. So long sweet summer, I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your ears. So long sweet summer, i fell into you now you're gracefully falling away.
posted by Gio  # 1:45 PM

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

money, ho's, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas roll. Blowin dro on 24's, that's how all my niggas roll. I'm in the drop top chevy with the roof wide open, my partners looking at me to see if my eyes open, cause i been drinking and i been smoking. flying down 295, but i'm focused. 454 SS i raise pulses, white leather seats as fresh as air forces.
posted by Gio  # 2:47 PM

Links

  • Google
  • Webmaster resources
  • Archives

    Thursday, March 25, 2004   Tuesday, March 30, 2004   Wednesday, March 31, 2004   Thursday, April 01, 2004   Friday, April 02, 2004   Monday, April 05, 2004   Tuesday, April 06, 2004   Tuesday, June 01, 2004  

    This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?