The Man in the MacI knew a man from England. He complained about the sun. The best moments of his life Were spent in the English rain, And he wished it would rain more.The Man in the Mac
He stands outside in a yellow mac and waits for a downpour. The yellow he's wearing really goes well With all the sunshine we're having. All he ever talks about is the weather.
How to Speak Love Love: How do you put into words, That which makes men sing, And dance and sculpt and kill, And die? And makes them feel Like they can do anything?How to Speak Love
The same way You put into words What sight is to the blind: Apples to oranges. Because a man who is blind, Is prevented from the necessity Of experiencing the beauty of sight.
A man who tries to pin love down With logic and reason and words, Is dull to the feeling That love cannot be fully understood And reasoned and logicked and worded, And he is unable
Ten Years From NowIn ten years, I will drive down my street And it will not be the same. Many things in my life Will have changed by then, As they have changed very much already. So I pause to take a look at what is now, Because the unknown that is later May be better, or may be bitter. Nobody knows.Ten Years From Now
In the sixties, they put flowers in their hair, And took hits of the peace pipe in San Francisco, Not worrying about what will be to come. They thought that they were living free. How foolish of an idea that seems to them now As their faces wrinkle And their children's
but I love this big gay
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Everything is subjective. Everything is objective. Think about that for a moment. And that. And that...
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