Tuesday, December 6, 2011

walking where the sun don't shine

And you thought you were afraid of Forest Service Restrooms?


Yep, just a girl taking a little stroll on the dark side of the moon.

Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
~Satellite, DMB~

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