It's not a mix nor a visual gallery. Not music. But just the lyrics.
Poetry if you prefer. For the first time in the Laid Back show.
Louis Baxter "I do not care"
More about Louis baxter on his
blog.
I cannot fare
Another night
Unfair the affair
Without you and me,
Fighting
Crying
Buying
For our love untold
Just on hold
Ready to break,
Ready to make
Break out and shout
The fires of
Desires
The sight
Of might of mites
Of mights
Peut être
Peu être
Peu mettre
Le fou en joue
Ton callipyge
Of near
Desires of
Fire on fire
I cry, I fry,
I pray to you
My religion
Your creation
Stories of old
Cremation
Burn, burn, unturn
And turn around
Go away, flee my way
Next time, new time
Neutrons, Newton
Total attraction
Friction
Mixture miss
Your body all
Anew, askew, so few
Feverish in a twist
Of misty moon
So soon, so soon
You swoon and go
I know
I trust you
I trust, you must
Go elsewhere
To see, to fetch
A better man
Not so funny
Not so crazy
Just more sane
When you call my name
Yours is Christina
That’s all in all
I know, so slow
You go
To where, to who?
And I don’t care
I just hope
You don’t touch
Your underwear
Jealousy is unfair
Little brittle and fickle
So I don’t care
What you do and undo
Two nights tomorrow
Perhaps one
We will fray and
To music of Jamaica
And lap the drink
And Bo Marley
The answer, my friend, is blowing away
I say I say I say
You say, you sail and may
Go on with life
Of love untold
The love unfolds
Come, come a chameleon
You come and go
I stay and say
It must be
Found in your moon
The sound of silence
The sound of patience
For with my ax
I can break my way
With wax
No way is dear
No way of fear
That’s clear
To me and you, and give a few
That love a lust
That love a must
That love abound
On earth and elsewhere
In heaven, perhaps, amen
All men, my men, my henchmen
All want you
All sleep
With you
All day and night
They dream of you, your bode
Baby
Say you, say me, this is black history
From Sene to Gala
To gale force winds
Beaufort beau week
Pink skies at night
Pretty days ahead
In my head, in my bed
All said and done
Just for fun
On the run, on the rum
Grind my mind
What a find!
What a fine, fine mind
You carry in me
Just to look
And see
Will only take a little time
Your hands are fast
My words will last.
And you will find that in my mind
I do not fear
I doubt and swear that you ain’t here
That you ain’t mind
That you are mine
That would be fine
To say to live all day
And sway I may
Swoon a coon,
A cold raccoon
That fell to earth in the fire
My chime knee
Glows with dire queer
And near run awash
The ship’s all old
And yo all cold
The north is Norway
To taste and check
The make awake
We kill the other
We save your mother
On grounds unfound
On seas unbound
To live for bliss
And miss the kiss
Of Chris of Christ
For the sake of the make
Rake my ashes
Rake all fakes
Rake the leave
All night I wait
All all right
Where is that mail?
Is it a snail
As far as my tale
As long as my words
I just wrote to say
What you know
What you fear
The craze in me
Set me free
Bounce, bounce, pounce
Yo boday yo bode
You see, I’ll try
To hold you tight
At bay of eyes and hours
To see, I decree
The life in me
The life of death and fall
Of them to the hem
The cocks and rack
Of our court yard
Scotland ain’t so hard
To me to pee to piss
On cars on beamers
All blue of methylene
All blue to blame
La crème the cream
I scream you hear
Me now
And thus you here me there
And here and there
And ici et la
La bas tout bas
Chuchotte ma lotee
Ma louloutte jusqu’au boute
Rien a foutre
Rien a decoudre
Ma hache a des
Ton hache est menue
Tout petit menu
A table c’est une
Fable pas de la fond
Taine la quarantaine
The fear was near
But went, vanished, punished
In thin air with care