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First þegar hitti ég Frank Mills
Þá var fimmtándi sepember.
Ég hitti hann einmitt hér.
Hann sagði mér hvar hann býr.
Svo gleymdi ég því.
Síðan hef ég ekki séð hann aftur
honum svipar í sjón George Harrisonar
nema´ að hárið á honum er alltaf greitt aftur í tagl.

Ég elska´ hann mjög heitt en samt vil ég síður
sjást með hann mér við hlið.
Ég held hann búi í Brooklyn.
Hann er með hjálm á hausnum
og í gatslitnum gallabuxum
og leðurjakka sem letraðer á
“María Mamma og “Hell´s Angels.”

Mikið þætti mér vænt um ef þið
mynduð sjá hann að þið
segðuð við hann hitti mig hér
og að mig langi ekki´í aurinn
aftur sem hann sníkti af mér
helldur hann.

There the soldiers, in the sunlight
Kill the center of a man in endless suicide
By the night light, in foreing sky
Is a holstered, bridled child spinning round the flame?
Each is loved now or remembered
By the mask they wore years before the future
And the horse falls in the smoke filled riot
The...

Where it all begun was to have some fun
On a mountain so high you could reach the sky
Where it all begun was a place in the sun
On a beach hand in hand making love in the sand

And I can still remember...

Good morning [x4]

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D s mother fucker, D s, Rosie Perez
And yes, barely pass any and every class
Looking at every ass
Cheated on every test
I guess this is my dissertation
Homie, this shit is basic
Welcome...

I think it s safe to say, there s a place where we all stay
There s a time when we all know, it s a place where we all go
It s where we all came from
We play in the warmth and the light of the sun
Laugh...

Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.

Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we re...