Thursday, March 6, 2014

The girl with tattooed hands (interpolation of Saul Williams)

The fiery sun of my passion
Evaporates the love lakes of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and rains her into existence

S/he's an angel with broken wings...
Confined to walk the ground we walk because she carries
the weight of a misunderstood heavy heart on her shoulders

And I swear S/he had eyes like two turntables
                   MIX(h)ER
in between my dreams,
     blend in ancient themes

S/he looked within and found samples of soul and the divine
Over the breakbeats of heartbeats way deep inside
And discovers she's the type of angel that doesn't even need wings to fly