Ben's Benz
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Yes! That's my Benz! I took this pic in France recently :)
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It's a Speed
Life's Game

By Peter S. Quinn

Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.

You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.

Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
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Bad Boy - Barack Obama
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A drawing I made on paper
(with digital colors afterwards)

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Bad Boy - Because

By Peter S. Quinn

There are moments lost in my natural sky
Feeling times that are done to nothing
Every time travel there asking reasons why
Sometimes giving no answers - just bluffing
Taking my heart to pieces in each try

When I reach down to deepest of my low
Finding no answers to keep me still high
When my life is a shadow of darkish glow
Answering nothing of its reasons and why
Only time spaces between goings to fly

I´m not a substitute for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through

Nothing to get exited either way
Only point-blank clear for its go
Feeling pressures of a coming play
To the hours that I don’t know
Drifting by and by in their flowing
In the answers that never come
Always something either way going
To somewhere it all is from
Nothing taking a turn to more
Just a seat in the corner of dark night
Coming to nowhere in what it’s all for
Because it has lost all its flight

Nothing more to be done or said
For my decisions are staying right here
Don’t worry- be happy – stay ahead
Just agree and everything’s clear

Nothing to get exited either way
Only point-blank clear for its go
Feeling pressures of a coming play
To the hours that I don’t know
Drifting by and by in their flowing
In the answers that never come
Always something either way going
To somewhere it all is from
Nothing taking a turn to more
Just a seat in the corner of dark night
Coming to nowhere in what it’s all for
Because it has lost all its flight

I´m not a replacement for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through

Nothing more to be done or said
For my decisions are staying right here
Don’t worry- be happy – stay ahead
Just agree and everything’s clear

Whenever you try - it's getting lost
Like a flight into nothing from nowhere
Feeling downsides and double-crossed
Reaching to nowhere from here to there

I´m not a substitute for agent 007
Only awake up call to be taken seriously
I'll give you a touch of my heaven
If you are behaving mysteriously
Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you here through

Because I´m a man in black
Pointing my future at you
Keeping you on the right track
Anything to get you through

Because I´m the man in black
Pointing my future to go
Because I´m the man in black
In point-blank clear to blow

(People are heard singing faraway:
“Yes he can! Yes he can!
Everything is coming now clear!
Yes we can follow…”)
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