onesecondmore

song of the day:

logan's run by bad astronaut

"i was raised in a tragedy by slaves
where kids are drug addicts
or they are bored and lazy
still i return to my home town
and it's just like going to a funeral

and all of them are dying
in love with paradise
idle conversation makes them wise

did you hear the one about greg
a rare talent
he was unsung...until the blow came
no one really dies
they just get fired
our legacy to retire young

and all of them are drowning
the waves of apathy
trust fund junkies slamming the debris

it's a dream

now and then i miss her
her masochistic hands
fulfilling empty plans
and all of us
our lying on golden shores of greed
we're dead by thirty
dead by thirty
dead in daydream."

happy birthday to me. 364 days 'til i'm a runner.