Thursday, 3 July 2008

This Ain't A Surfin' Movie.

She sang a short tune,
da... da daa da daa daaa...
And I came from her soft touch
And slept.

I hope...the weather holds.
But you don't need the sun to make you shine.
I know we won't want for much.
Just you, me, a bed, and a shoreline.

Such a california song. Bunch of Goddamn Washington Wannabes.


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