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I Like to Call You My Wild Horse
(And Feed You Silver Sage ?)
I d Like to Paint My Poems With
Desert Tongued Clay Across Her Back
And Ride You Savagely As the Sweet and Southern Wind
Through Green and Wild Kentucky
I d Like to Make You My Secret Song
Blaze and Dark and Red in the Orchards
And I Would Steal Away to Watch the Way
Your Silver Belly Bends and Bows Beneath Me

I d Make You My Wings in the Foothills of Montana
My Lover in the Oceans of the World
I d Make You... of Children
And I Would Scatter You Across My Green Memories of Home
I d Make You My Hungry Valley
And Sow Your Golden Fields and Wheats My Own

If I Were a Painter
I Would Paint You With This Note
Silver Traces On Your Skin
And If I Were a Writer
I Would Write These Words On Your Back
In Desert Tongue Clay, Deep in (Your Wind?)

I d Make You My Secret Song
Blazing in the Orchard
And I Would Steal Away
To Watch the Way Your Silver Belly
Bends and Bows Beneath Me

I d Make You My Wings in the Foothills of Montana
Make You My Lover in the Oceans of the World
I d Make You My Calico Children
And I Would Scatter You Across My Green Memories of Home
I d Be Your Hungry Valley
And I d Sow Your Golden Fields of Wheat My Own

If I Were a Writer
I Would Make You My Wild Horse
I d Paint You Silver Sage and
Ride You Savagely Through Green Wild Country

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Znowu
W piersi zamiast serca
Ciemną dziurę bólu masz
Myślisz
Że już chyba nigdy
Serce nie podniesie się
Myślisz:
Jestem całkiem zimny
I nic nie rozgrzeje znów mnie
Lecz chociaż masz dosyć
To może zaskoczyć
Na dobre cię jeszcze świat
Nie warto...

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoeless feet
Inside it s long and so complete
Watched by a shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child s face
Watching as the shadows race
Through walls and cracks and leave no trace...

I ve been around for you
I ve been up and down for you
But I just can t get any relief
I ve swallowed my pride for you
I ve lived and lied for you
But you still make me feel like a thief
You got me stealin your love away
Cause you...

In the century where man dies
We the huntress of the hollow hills
Must put ourselves above pity
Above self deception as law
We must be again as once were
We the soul of the earth
As reaping time descends
The sour gain...

On the North side of town, where the cold winds always blow.
Peoples faces are hard to see, noone that you know.
And on the South side of town the bad ones are carrying guns.
They are all the screaming and swearing, they even got the cops on the run....