They took away my name and they never gave it back...
It was never their's to take, still they never gave it back....
So I made a new name, a simple name made from scratch and hopes and dreams..
And they want to take this one away too, but I won't let them...

what the mood requires

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

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si-atunci mi-as fi dorit sa fiu oricine altcineva....doar nu eu

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me

And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see

If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?

And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself

kiss me hard before you go...summertime sadness...

And I looked up to the sky once more praying it would save me. I was alone again, speaking to my own God, telling him his baby girl is sad, her little heart broken,,,asking him to mend it again. And then I knew, it was all child's play, and promises in vain, words thrown without meaning or purpose, I was alone. God, I was alone! And the illusion ended..and it became clear...and I could see again...I was always alone.

Baby you need to leave and I know you know that why you keep ignoring me because if you don't gonna run me down let myself go...

I'm a baaad woman

-What am I coming back to?!
-I don't know, Ana...
-...At leas I can get some cheap dental work done...
-...
-I'm not even joking, my teeth are so bad, I might die because of my cavities before lung cancer has a chance to get me.
-Well good thing you're coming back!
-.....Will you stay with me?
-I have mid terms.
-Big commitments!
-You should know. You still going to Uni?
-Surprisingly, yes.
-Hmmm...good for you. How does mediocrity feel?
-Would't know.
-Well...that makes two of us then....
-Anyway. How's the colonel?! Excited about his baby girl coming back?!
-Happy you're back so you can vote.
-...I ain't even gonna ask.
-C'mon. That's the least you can do for dear old daddy.
-...I guess...
-So heard you got a man.
-Guess I did.
-Must feel good being looked after.
-Wouldn't know....
-Oh so he's not rich! Does he at least have a
-This may come as a surprise to you brother dearest, but no.
-....Ana, are you ok?!...
-I'll let you know first thing.
-Maybe we can do a checkup when you get here. Gotta go, but I'll be picking you up from the airport so see you in a few days.
-See you in a few days.
-Oh and Ana...
-Yes?
-Bring us some rolling tobacco will you?!
-...Ok.

-Where am I supposed to start looking for it?
-Don't worry about that. You don't need to look for it.
-You mean it will find me?!
-Yes.
-and how will I know that it's it?!
-You just will.