Bill

in memory of my dead pet ivy...

My magic blueberry tea
Is melting in consistency
Swirls of blue, white and green
As the dry air beats
The chocolate drum
Bum bum bums ..

Thin black boots
Full of salt and roots
Shes a mute
And only plays the flute
And the chocolate drum
Bum bum bums...

Baking soda sits on the table
Waiting patiently to be saved
From this cruel cruel life
We all live a cruel life

Bum bum bums

Pieces of bamboo
Cover this room
Along with a dead ivy on the sill
I named him bill
He likes the chocolate drum

Bum bum bums!

Category:

Music

Tags:

• acoustic
• bill
• original

[cfbeauty]

how old are u?

[jessicaallossery]

i am 19. did I tell you that already?

[MrQuadros10]

volte pra casa!!!



[zarandangatk]

is that a Seagull guitar?

[joaovictorlouky]

Why did you grew up?! >.<

[calladoo]

Play this song:

letras.terra.com.br/john-bala-­jones/1714822/

[calladoo]

You sunk my heart.

You do not exist.

His voice made​me crazy.

[lipibr]

merry me !

[SirDukan]

When did come to Brasil ?

Where did you go?

[SirDukan]

when did you came to brazil?

[TheMan2ouche]

you're right it made no sense =P love your voice.

[brunocejas]

Sorry to be so sincere. But you're so beautiful and have so much love in your heart that is transmitted to your music, and I've the chance to listen and admire. I can say that you are of those few people who know the essentials of life and can transmit it. Thank you for all that, and I hope you keep giving all the love that so many people need with your music. I want to learn something that you do, I'll put on campaign and I would love to show you.

Greetings from Argentina. :)

Bruno.