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when the rain and a girl of drizzles hum a duet
Rooftops Cry- Alindog
I have grown this affair with the rain
I have grown this affair with treetops
I have married birds on wires
I have married puddles of mud
I have been writing songs
About your teeth, your lips, your briefs, your braces, your hips,
I have been writing songs about your lips, your teeth, your briefs,
your teeth, your briefs
Write me letters
Call me though the line is crap
It has been raining for days and I
I can’t help but say
I miss you
I have been running to the kitchen
I have been looking for cups
Cups, saucers, platters and forks
Knives knives knives
It has been raining for days
And I have been making up songs about your lips,
your teeth, your lips, your briefs,
Your boxers your scent
I long for you
I long for you
I long for the rain
It has been days of rain
Days of missing you
And I missing you
I lie alone
Feeling my breasts
Feeling my thighs
But it’s no good
Cause every time the rain falls
The rooftops cry with me
The rooftops cry with me
The rooftops cry your name
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it’s when he strums that the unstrummed vocal chords
sound like the power Beatnik-Bjork crossover
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i agree with ben… this is so passionate and sensual… for a moment there i felt like touching myself too! hahaha! joke!
i-post mo dito yung songs and poems abour briefs and boxers! hehehe
again… FLAWLESS 
mp3 bro ha! I listened to it from imeem sa balay kay resticted sa office na. Badtrep gani. 
I love the spontaneity of the lyrics and the style you use. Baskog ka!
@ ben: *throws a life vest* 
@ ron: nawindang ako sa touch myself. tsismis lang yang mga tula about briefs and boxers. ito napapala ng mga “nag-iisa” 
@officem8: email ta ka bro. baw guba na kabuhi mo e no? matubuan na bungot kalag mo. haha.
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
your sensuality drowns me.
Posted by ben at September 22, 2008, 6:50 pm