I feel so high, I feel so lame
Pleasure runs trough my veins
You might think I'm on drugs-
No, honey, I'm in love
I'm in love with you
You feel so good,
you feel so fine
And no side effects
except for a smile.
I want to skydive in your pretty blue eyes
I'm casting love spell,
I'm throwing the dice
I want to run away on wet rainy grass
Into a place where it's only us
Nothing, but us...
A life without you
Leaves no life on my Earth.
And I don't need booze
I don't need smoke
I don't need weed
And I don't need coke-
You are making me fly high
You, you are my drug
You are better than crack
Way better than crack
Love's better than drugs
A.D, July 2003
I wrote this song after smoking crack with kenny for a very first and a very last time. It didn't meet my expectations. You get high for only few moments, and then you feel this 'cocaine-like" rush, which i hate. I told him, 'Kenny, when you are in love, you feel high 24/7 and it's free. People, who do crack are very sensual people in desperate need of real love, But you see, you can't fake it!"
And so, you are gone again
To your never-never land
Place of dead people and ghosts
Fairies in Mystical forests
The underworld high in the skies
Where Kenny Gross never dies
Where Kenny Gross never grows up
The Place Kenny Gross goes
Leaving me all by myself
Leaving me all by myself
In the cold, cold world
With a strange, strange people
Roads that lead to toads
Crying funny cripple
Moments of perfection
Banks of separation,
World is full of pain-
And so, you go away
is that why you go away?
Leaving me all by myself.
Please, come back,
I want to be with you
I want to hold your hand
I want to kiss your lips
For Just little bit longer
For just a thousand of years longer
For Just little bit forever longer
There are thousands of people
Around me every day,
but who is special? Who is OK?
For just a little bit longer, just a little bit longer�
Before you're gone again
To your never-never land
Place where you go almost every day
All by yourself, all by yourself.
Feb 7 2004
"Kenny! Now I understand why everyone was smiling at us: Behold! We are beautiful like Gods and magnetic like celebrities when we are in love.
Pave your way with Love, secure it with Grace!"
Fm7, Em, Fm7,
Em G, Am, G,
Am C, G, Dm, Em
Beach bum Angel don't sing on minarets
Beach bum Angel is bumming cigarettes
He is doing round of sex, drugs and fun
Now angel is a bird and Psycho is a bum
He've made descend to Duval street
And now before a church he sits
He made a trip from heaven
He thinks that he's a Devil.
But when I look in his sparkling eyes
I see an Angel in deskyes
Everyone else see a homeless drunk punk
The owner of sky, the owner of stars
Now he too believes in trivial things
Oh, dear Angel, where are your wings?
Swim to the blue buyi
Return to your home
A moment of Heaven
And back to the rum
Aug 2003
Bare Heart
Am, Dm, E, Am
C, G
Dm, E, Am
Dm, E, F
Sing a lovely song to me, my darling
Sing me ode of love eternal, endless
Touch my heart with words you know so well again
Hold me tight before we say farewell
Two hearts bound by magic splashing of the stars
Who could know that I would find you so fare?
Now I feel so close to you like soul to soul
Oh, how much I love you loosing my control
I have learned entire story of your soul
I can trace the time before you were born
You a child to me, a lover and a friend
I'm praying to the angels to keep you safe
Now I have to go, you hating me for this
But I can't jump with you into your abyss
And no matter how much we will be apart
You are in my heart and I am in your heart.
Nov. 2003
My angels, guide him,
For the door is tiny and path is narrow.
Help him to hear Thee
Help him to follow and Be.
Abandonce of Spirit boiling in my heart
And I love...I love Thee
Without stopping myself,
Completely and free
Perfectly embracing All,
And you, my Lord,
As much as I am able to.
My love is limited like I am,
But loving you expands it,
challenging the limits of human
i die, drowened in my love
In your love.
Then born again, new
To love you.
A.D.
Aug, 2004
Bad Reception~
I never thought this day would come
but what happy mind would?
I wish I could have loved you more
I wish this all made sense to me
to see those faces when I speak those words
bad reception
operator, can you connect me
LOVING
you still thought you would see him
I wish she loved him more
she has your picture on the switch
you always want to hear the good news
then there�s no news to tell
this unfortunate bliss
and the irony of all this
is what makes me think
im trying to stay focused
but my mind shifts
fairytales and bed reception
blood on the paper and a man on the ground
kissing his last goodbyes
Dick Clark could only dream of this
you carry your life in your pocket
and your children on your mind
the operator disconnects you
bad reception
your out of time.
"the dick clark thing was spun off of a "famous" kenny song called i wanna kill dick clark when he was here last he said it was hard to hit the same notes, which is why you might not recognize it."
One of the last songs i wrote for him and for myself, July 2004. He told me, as a pool player, that according to rules, one cannot shoot the ball which is behind the ball #8.
Benid the 8 ball things are pretty quet
There�s no one knows you and no one makes a riot
Your candle slowely burning down
Your are forgotten and you gone
Life can smash you and life can trash you
You making your move, they will harass you
But come back from the ashes and sing
Believe in yourself, don�t fear a thing
So, if you still have some balls, come play with us, Joyes.
You have been missing, now you better aim right
Make your own rules when you playing at night
Don�t hold on, now go on
Challenge is given to learn
You are drowning in vices you made on your own
Excusing yourself for being a clown
No one can save you, save yourself if you can
This what they call is a making a man
So, if you still have some balls, come play with us, Joyes.