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I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what it's like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
Im gettin tired of your shit
You dont never buy me nothin
See everytime you come around
You got to bring jim, james, paul, & tyrone
See why cant we be by ourselves, sometimes
See Ive been having this on my mind
For a long time
I just want it to be
You and me
Like it used to be, baby
But ya dont know how to act
So matter of fact
I think ya better call tyrone
(call him)
And tell him come on, help you get your shit (come on, come on)
You need to call tyrone
(call him)
And tell him I said come on
Now everytime I ask you for a little cash
You say no and turn right around and ask me for some ass
Oh, well hold up
Listen partna
I aint no cheap thrill
Cause miss badu is always comin for real
And you know the deal
Everytime we go somewhere
I gotta reach down in my purse
To pay your way and your homeboys way
And sometimes your cousins way
They dont never have to pay
Dont have no cars
Hang around in bars
Try to hang around with stars
Like badu
Im gon tell you the truth
Showing groove
Or get the boot
I think ya better,
(call him)
And tell him come on
Help you get your shit
You need to call tyron
(call him)
hold on...call him...
...But ya cant use my phone
whew.... it's been a long long long time since i posted anything. been off in my own orbit for a while. anyway, here's a picture of kostya and ilyona around a campfire while playing a guitar and singing russian folk and rock songs during a summer environmental exchange between tahoe and lake baikal in russia organized by jennifer.
During my philosophy class, Phil 21, my professor started talking about the seperation between mind and body. I guess it was this statement that got me doodling: We know the mind better than the body. I guess.
I snagged a great BIN deal on her! She is missing her jewelry but came in her original outfit and is in great shape.