Lucas Peres Pinhel
Sporadic publications of
music, photos and phrases
of various kinds and
tastes. My peculiar taste,
a musical sanctuary.
To become yours too.
|1963:||She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.|
|1964:||She's in love with me, and I feel fine.|
|1965:||She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care.|
|1966:||She said, I know what it's like to be dead.|
|1967:||She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.|
|1968:||She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand, like a lizard on a window pane...|
|1969:||She came in through the bathroom window, protected by her silver spoon...|
|1970:||She is standing, right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.|