Black Kids

H u r r i c a n e J a n e

Jane, I've made it plain,
although I'm faded as a ghost:
I want you here inside me.
Say the word.
Oh, you've been playing nice,
but I can see it in your eyes,
you're thinking, "Christ.
He's everybody's girl."

You can't spend the night...

Jane, I've seen you at the club.
You were tearin' up the rug
with no regard for form.
You're such a brute!
You had a ready elbow
for the girls you hate
or just don't know.
You head-butt me,
cos you thought it was cute.

You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yeah, I'm sure you're right.
You can't spend the night...
Yes, I'm sure you're right.
But we could spend the night together.
Or alone. That would be better.

It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody.
Oh, what's the use of making a bed?
I took something and it feels like karate;
it's kicked me down and left me for dead.
It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody
,so what's the use of pulling a shape?
I put what I want, when I want, in my body.
I'm never gonna give what I take.

Jane, I've seen the pain you've dealt.
You've been with all my friends.
You tell me guard my heart,
I might get hurt.
No doubt you'll hurt my feelings,
and it's a given I'll be kneeling.
But I'm telling mysel
fthat it's gonna be worth it.

La lírica del Iris.

Si se mira un mar oscuro reflejado por la hermosura lunar, y si los ojos habitan opacos. Si las miradas no expresan ninguna ansiedad, y si el mirar es aun opaco. Brotan de los ojos arrancados, líricas que brillan en un soplido bordeando la luna, la lírica del iris. La felicidad no esta visualmente definida por gestos, la felicidad no es un poligamia sencilla, es vivencial e interna, porque se sonríe sin los ojos.