Sweet as my sobrinho Miguel

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Não lhe conhecia tais dotes:) Só os musicais. Nem sei se é dele mesmo ou da banda a que pertence"Bypass"


Sweet.

Sweet like buffalo beer. And like strawberry cheese.
And water on milk for the people she loves and dares to say it.
On entering a crowded room and being you the first person I’ll look for
Already knowing that you will not be here.
Because you don’t belong here.
But in a space drowned with flower water fountains, and camomile orgies.
And French modern love songs. Which is my head.
And when everyone else’s head – that, I know for sure
Is already on something like the way to keep on lying still.
While enlightened. And inflated.
That’s sweet.

Sweet on over fantasizing true moments of eternal love with the woman you met ten minutes ago.
Sweet like you Elise, and your neck.

I’ve got this doubt that longs out for an impossible calmness.
And I long for an impossible silence.
And it’s sweet like the fear that creeps in.

Just like people on cigarettes. And like people on blowing their lungs out, of blue grass white oak smoke. And just knowing how to feel good about their selves.
And just like this song, or any other song – as long as it takes this dreadful doubt out of this soul of mine.
This doubt that longs out for an impossible calmness. And I long for an impossible silence.
And this doubt…it goes on. On and on.

Just like, on spilling out livers and pulling in sweet flavours from scrap.
Sweet sweetness from scrap.
On pistol like harmonies. And water like arguments.
On sweetness and bliss.

And I’m not thinking about death at all. Nor life at all.
On spilling out livers and pulling in sweet flavours from scrap.
Sweet sweetness from scrap.
On pistol like harmonies. And water like arguments.

On sweetness and bliss.
MM ? BYpass?