Bukowski

Have you observed someone who doesn't know you're watching?
An old lady sitting on a bus?
Or children going to school?
And you see that glow that invades them

When he sings, it rains
Maybe God is moved
It's been a long time since they left the nets
Look who you want, play what you're dying for
Why does he do this to me? Why do they come and go?

Tell the engineer to stop all the trains
Tell him he's distracted, he doesn't know what he has
I have a list of everything you owe me
My voice conquers you, maybe you get excited

I bought lilies in Tirso de Molina
I still have 300 nights, Sabina
Under the holm oak tree writing a verse
To alleviate this immense emptiness

The future of anxiety, the past of guilt
I talk to the Moon, only with the hidden face
I looked at the bottom and now I understand what scares me
I'm afraid of never seeing you again

Give me weed, I'm Bob Marley
Give me whiskey, I'm Bukowski
I'm at 6, at 7 Nowitzki
I cook you with love a Hendrix solo
Glass panes on Khaleesi's shoulders
One eye open like Gandalf holding the Palantir

Touch it with balls, said Sam Humphrey
Fucking white pseudo sex bomb Yankee
Please serve him another brandy
To that annoying guy at the bar who thinks he's a dandy

I scratched your Lexus in an absurd, crude, and creative lapse
I put DTS and that's it, it came out fine
Vincent Vega would kill to have taken me
Now that I'm dead, you would kill to see me live
We bit the mic like ODB
And we brought the crazies up on stage like B.I. g

So not everyone has what they deserve
He achieved his dream, he's happy but doesn't seem
People die, art prevails
Humility is like silence, you name it and it disappears

I don't even try in Versailles, c'est comme ça
Versace, Prada, it's too much for me
I eat with my hands like a Moroccan
Annoying is my only light to form my heart
Fuck your mother, my love, my master
Gendarmes, marijuana, and Mbappé's path

A polar bear adrift in the thaw
Doesn't know whether to swim or see how long the ground lasts
I extend your life, I remove crow's feet
The more you paint yourself, the less you like yourself, there's no mistake
I was so alone in that strange desert
That I hugged that cactus even though it hurt me

All my handy wandys are looking up at the sky
We keep waiting for those who left
Raise the glass but spill it on the floor
I'm up here, you know I love you

All my handy wandys are looking up at the sky
We keep waiting for those who left
Raise the glass but spill it on the floor
I'm up here, you know I'm waiting for you

Unless it comes spontaneously from your heart
And your mind and your mouth
And your guts
Don't do it
If you do it for money or fame
Don't do it