Friday, June 21, 2002

today, as i walked from the post office back home, i passed through an underpath.

a busker was standing down there, playing his guitar and singing. sure not as well as the orginal artist, but with lots of passion and love and desire.

You bury your treasure
where it can't be found
But your love is like a secret
that's been passed around

There is a silence
that comes to a house
where no one can sleep

I guess it's the price of love
I know it's not cheap

Baby Baby Baby light my way

I remember when we could sleep on stones
Now we lie together in whispers and moans
When I was all messed up
And I heard opera in my head
Your love was a light bulb
Hanging over my bed

and with that, the guy with the guitar truly made my day.