May 04, 2004 15:57
what i want
a beach hut for the summer, and a log cabin for the winter
to be back in kildare with all of cross and passion
i place of my own, to think things out
to play blues cords on the guitar and drink with jay,dave and mog till sunrise
to dance like no-one's watching
to have the strength to do windmills
an artistic hand to match my silver tongue
to not have to shave in the morning's
a cold shower on a hot summer morning
some hagendaze ice cream and a koshine album
to travel the world
a camera to capture all the little moments that no-one see's
a job that doesn't pay loads but enough to get by
equality
my blue hair back
the scar tissue on my lip to stay forever
a beach barbecue