October 19th, 2005


Current mood: mellow
Category: Music


Got a garden of songs Where I grow all my thoughts Wish I could harvest one or two For some small talk I'm always starving for words Whenever you're around Nothing on my tongue So much in the ground Nothing on my tongue So much in the ground Half the time I got my gaze Trained on your motel door Fourth door from the end Rest of the time my gaze lays Like a stain on the carpeted floor If it weren't for my brain I'd just go over and make friends Too bad about my brain Cuz I'd like to make friends. See the little song bird Unable to make a sound You'd never know she follows Her words from town to town We both have gardens of songs And maybe its okay That I am speechless Cuz I picked you this bouquet Yup, sure am speechless But I picked you this bouquet
Ani DiFranco, This Bouquet

Currently listening:
Not a Pretty Girl
By Ani Difranco
Release date: 18 July, 1995

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