Bukowski

Have you observed someone who doesn't know you're watching them?
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 you left the nets
Look at who you love, touch him, he’s dying
Why are you doing this to me? Why do they go? Why do they come?

Tell the machinist 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, it might get you excited

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

The future brings anxiety, the past, 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 that I’ll never see 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
I saw dragons on Khaleesi's shoulders
One eye open, like Gandalf holding the Palantir

Have the balls to touch it, said Sam to Humphrey
Fucking white, pseudo sex bomb Yankee
Please serve 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’ve killed to catch me
Now that I'm dead, you’d kill to see me alive
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, is he happy? Doesn't seem like it
People die, art prevails
Humility is like silence, you name it and it disappears

Deals like 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 shirts

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, never fails
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
He raises the glass, but spills 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
He raises the glass, but spills it on the floor
I'm up here, you know I'm waiting for you

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