give
me
your
melancholy
so
I
can
destroy
it
with
my
hot
love

I
rarely
notice
the
city's
lights
but
today
I
totally
noticed

I
want
to
protect
you
let
me
I've
always
wanted
to
be
your
mother

I'm
stepping
through
the
door
and
I'm
floating
in
a
most
peculiar
way

- david bowie

his
words
let
the
children
use
it
let
all
the
children
boogie
so
right

you
could
look
into
my
eyes
under
the
moonlight
this
serious
moonlight

-david bowie

when
he
referred
to
her
as
his
wife
she
looked
into
his
eyes
so
nice

i
ain't
no
goddamn
son
of
a
bitch
you
better
think
about
it
baby

-misfits

I
could
listen
to
her
voice
all
day
and
listen
to
her
voice
again

granny
adjusted
her
wig
I
had
never
seen
her
do
that
before

she
said
I
can
explain
sex
in
a
minute
but
death
I
can't
explain

come
to
my
reading
tonight
I'll
say
the
things
I
wrote
real
sweet

the
man
stood
looking
at
the
photo
of
the
banana
for
a
long
time

the
sky
was
all
white
with
a
little
bit
of
orange
like
after
it
snows

we
made
love
in
our
snow
house
in
the
dark
with
our
tongues
and
our
legs

I
felt
mad
with
passion
the
orchestra
buried
itself
in
my
chest

the
music
made
me
drunk
mad
with
passion
I
dug
my
nails
in
my
palms

crystal
gayle's
sweet
voice
and
these
cold
windy
winter
nights
by
the
fireplace

we
meet
and
recite
poetry
it's
very
dead
poet's
society

baby
it's
cold
outside
none
of
the
animals
are
leaving
their
nests