Your head's
a busy place
A port for
thoughts coming back
like ships flown
overseas
While swarms of birds
passing by
If i could
catch a thought sometime
I'd put it
in a safe place
To the elements
I've got
And next time i would check
it would be gone
/te pati dziesma by APPARAT/
Tā. Es atkal apņemos. Nesolu uzreiz atkal tik ražīgus rakstus kā agrāk, taču solu. Jo tomēr gribas lietas, domas, prātulas un tamlīdzīgos salikt atkal pa plauktiem. Varbūt šoreiz ''sīpolu diagrammā''?
