Walk of Life

 

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo 

Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-bop-a-lula, baby, what I say Here come Johnny singin' "I got a woman" Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh, yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day The song about the sweet ole lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny, gonna tell you a story Hand me now my walkin' shoes Here come Johnny with the power and the glory Backbeat, the talkin' blues He got the action, he got the motion Oh, yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day The song about the sweet ole lovin' woman He do the song about the knife And he do the walk, do the walk of life Yeah, he do the walk of life Here come Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-bop-a-lula, baby, what I say Here come Johnny singing "I got a woman" Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh, yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion He turnin' all the nighttime into the day And after all the violence and double-talk There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life Hmm, you do the walk of life A-whoo-hoo Whoo-hoo-hoo Whoo-hoo-hoo Whoo-hoo Whoo-hoo-hoo Yeah, do the walk of life

ANGIE

 

S G R

Socks and boots, boots and socks! I wonder the colors of your lamps?

💢

I saw what you are hiding in your closet and the only thing I thought when I was inside your closet and saw that was to get out of there smoothly and beautifully. ´Cause I don´t know what goes on your mind? What are you playing, saying and doing? Your thoughts and ideas? What you've been wondering, searching, touching when you play, say and do something? Need, wishes, of who have been lonely, have you been? Lost, yes, without love since the last love? Was it love?

 Don´t lose your mind with what you have and don´t have. You know I´m here, in those walls where you´re living. I´m the key, the keychain, the living hall carpet, I´m your home. I forgot to say, I'm the curtains. Should I be worry with the door of  your closet and with what you wrote and are writing there? Like answers that you're giving to something and to someone? Questions, questioning things, someone? Trying to find if there's and could be there something and someone on this side?

Shark's hats sitting on the sofa of the hill and thinking about those 22 giving kisses in the park.

Of course these kind of things are not the most important and interesting things that we could and should talk about between the two and as friends.

You know, you know that I'm not a writer, a poet or a philosopher.

I know you like to talk, to socialise, to speak and debate about issues that are beyond my hat. Philosophies, meditations and exercises that are underneath my feet. Do you like my blogging?

I´m doing things, writing, blogging...

Une pute et je vais au lit comme le Printemps va au L´Hiver et comme L´Hiver va sans passer par la portefeuille, portemonet.

Mais pour aller il faut encore ressortir et enfiller mes bottes. Il neige dans le lit.

6:30 du matin et mon coeur se léve du lit. Really? Yes, it was a quick and good one.

It´s what keeps us going, without reflecting to much. Its the moments when wish takes us away to that place and excitement blowing our bodies and minds.

1:00 in the morning on the ground.

Now awake time to put her Googles on. That´s right, the moment was quick and bright.

Looking at the window and seeing me going 

It´s inevitable to recognize that we are both here

Talking

Not everything understood, explained.

Some doors

Ending here?

We never have it all together, no one has. Things can be puzzled, assembled, those missing things and the missing things on us, if we think and do together to succeed and unite things and us.

That Swedish man is a Rolling Stone

Merry Christmas Christine

 

Abril 6 Abril 8

Happy Birthday 

Lena 22