Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
which alters when alteration finds, Or
bends with the remover to remove...
[then how does it continue?].. O no, it
is an ever fixed mark....
Chelsea fleas, maple creams, fresh you.
She is a body of lyrics, blue songs that
linger in my mind like the memories we
lick from the back of spoons. I'm crazy
for you.
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The thing about Lulu is when I first
got to SF and didn't have a job and
didn't know anyone, I'd call her up
*all the time* and she'd say, Sure,
stop by, and I'd hang out and write and
she'd make tea or some soup, and
eventually Miri would show up and start
a personal party, and I don't remember
it being cold at all that winter
because it is always warm around Lulu.
The other thing is that one night I
crashed at her place while she was
outta town, and about 2 or 3am all her
boyz started calling, sounding vaguely
hostile when I picked up and really
making me explain in detail my reasons
for being there, until I just stopped
picking up and the phone rang and rang
and rang. Lulu, she's got a way about
her, es verdad como el verdad.
Oh sister, am I not a brother to you?
My mirror, my opposite, come sit by my
side and we'll weave our thoughts into
steel strings and quietly listen as
their music echoes through our long,
lonesome canyons.
Lulu made work more fun.
Now that she's gone I want to make
Bloody Marys for her in the morning
and Magaritas at night, I want to roll
her the smoothest joints ever.
According to herself she's the
biggest hippie in all of NY.
J'adore ma grande madame.
Testimonials and Comments for Lulu
Admit impediments. Love is not love
which alters when alteration finds, Or
bends with the remover to remove...
[then how does it continue?].. O no, it
is an ever fixed mark....
angels
She is a body of lyrics, blue songs that
linger in my mind like the memories we
lick from the back of spoons. I'm crazy
for you.
got to SF and didn't have a job and
didn't know anyone, I'd call her up
*all the time* and she'd say, Sure,
stop by, and I'd hang out and write and
she'd make tea or some soup, and
eventually Miri would show up and start
a personal party, and I don't remember
it being cold at all that winter
because it is always warm around Lulu.
The other thing is that one night I
crashed at her place while she was
outta town, and about 2 or 3am all her
boyz started calling, sounding vaguely
hostile when I picked up and really
making me explain in detail my reasons
for being there, until I just stopped
picking up and the phone rang and rang
and rang. Lulu, she's got a way about
her, es verdad como el verdad.
My mirror, my opposite, come sit by my
side and we'll weave our thoughts into
steel strings and quietly listen as
their music echoes through our long,
lonesome canyons.
Now that she's gone I want to make
Bloody Marys for her in the morning
and Magaritas at night, I want to roll
her the smoothest joints ever.
According to herself she's the
biggest hippie in all of NY.
J'adore ma grande madame.
Dein Engel in Verkleidung
buy me a drink sometime...
us.. to die by your side, well, the
pleasure, the privilege is mine.