uh oh, hey ya. heyaa. uh oh.
alright now fellas...
~~ beer for dinner.
shake shake it... like a pollaroid ..shake it like a pollaroid...picture
~~ my good tipping karma has come home to roost. this is the doom of good things. such as is to say, i'm fucking stoked.
can you see like a child. can you see what i want. i want to run through your wicked garden
~~ i'm composed in the face of not having love. this may seem bad, but really it's not. it is actually very nice. liberating.
burn your wicked garden down. burn you wicked garden down to the ground. yeah.
~~ i feel very good at the moment. i'm wearing as intense a look as i can, i feel the anger and hate in perfect balance with the hope and desire. it's good. it's like food.
pack it up pack it in... get up stand up.... i came to get down..
~~ i used to dream a horror. a darkened figure, pure silhouette, pure unadulterated fear. i'd scream , noiselessly, at the top of my lungs, waking in a trembling sadness. sad at my own fear, my own weakness in the presence of this dark man. this man that is now me.
if your girl steps up i'm smacking the ho... if you come to battle bring a shotgun...
~~ one day, i tell myself, i'll make good on the trangressions of my past. i'll seek out those i feel i've wronged, i think, find the lost loves and spill out my sorrow at pushing them away. and then i think, i turn foward, and put the past behind me until next time
love, i get lost. sometimes.... and this emptiness fills my heart.... i come back to the place you are.
~~ have you ever felt so close to the cusp of some fundamental paradigm shift in everything you believe, so close the air vibrates, the sound of the wind is like a soft breathe from the future, the hope of anything seems to spill into bloom. like all you've ever worked for, all you've ever been has led you to this moment, right here. right now. here. now. have you?
and this moment keeps slipping away... working so hard for our survival... to keep me awake and alive... and the grand facade so soon will burn. in your eyes.
~~ obviously, music plays an important role in my life. not that anyone would know it. not that i've ever tried to bring this out, to the light of day. how music will literally change my life. has in fact done so. without it, without the slippery wisdom of chords and clever lyrics and the washing press of a new sound, or better an old song heard anew, i'd be lost.
tree top flyer... i fly any cargo that you can pick to run... you've got to fly down the canyon.. there's no such thing as an easy run.
born survivor, tree top flyer...
~~ solitude may offer so much, but sometimes it just feels so godamned empty. a comfortable pain, like hunger or rage. an old jacket, creaking with the strain of age. loved, but ugly. sick, but cherished.
when i have to die then i want to strangle myself your black hair.... to suffocate myself between your sweet breasts... blinded by your brown eyes... cut my veins on your lips. i have not been good enough....
~~ if given the proper moment, i have no secrets. i'll answer any question, reveal any embarrassing event, peel open the scar on any pain. let it all bleed out into the open. if given the proper moment, no one ever asks.
...anyone who's played a part, wouldn't turn around and hate it. sweet sweet jane... waited down on the corner... heavenly widened roses seem to whisper to me, when you smile.
~~ smile, if not for me, for him her, them. i'm smiling as i write this, for indeed it is so good to be alive. so fucking amazing to feel this pain, this love, this everything. do it. smile.
what else should i be, all apologies, what else should i say.... in the sun, in the sun... i wish i was like you, easily amused... every thing's my fault.... in the sun, i feel as one, in the sun....all in all is all we are.
alright now fellas...
~~ beer for dinner.
shake shake it... like a pollaroid ..shake it like a pollaroid...picture
~~ my good tipping karma has come home to roost. this is the doom of good things. such as is to say, i'm fucking stoked.
can you see like a child. can you see what i want. i want to run through your wicked garden
~~ i'm composed in the face of not having love. this may seem bad, but really it's not. it is actually very nice. liberating.
burn your wicked garden down. burn you wicked garden down to the ground. yeah.
~~ i feel very good at the moment. i'm wearing as intense a look as i can, i feel the anger and hate in perfect balance with the hope and desire. it's good. it's like food.
pack it up pack it in... get up stand up.... i came to get down..
~~ i used to dream a horror. a darkened figure, pure silhouette, pure unadulterated fear. i'd scream , noiselessly, at the top of my lungs, waking in a trembling sadness. sad at my own fear, my own weakness in the presence of this dark man. this man that is now me.
if your girl steps up i'm smacking the ho... if you come to battle bring a shotgun...
~~ one day, i tell myself, i'll make good on the trangressions of my past. i'll seek out those i feel i've wronged, i think, find the lost loves and spill out my sorrow at pushing them away. and then i think, i turn foward, and put the past behind me until next time
love, i get lost. sometimes.... and this emptiness fills my heart.... i come back to the place you are.
~~ have you ever felt so close to the cusp of some fundamental paradigm shift in everything you believe, so close the air vibrates, the sound of the wind is like a soft breathe from the future, the hope of anything seems to spill into bloom. like all you've ever worked for, all you've ever been has led you to this moment, right here. right now. here. now. have you?
and this moment keeps slipping away... working so hard for our survival... to keep me awake and alive... and the grand facade so soon will burn. in your eyes.
~~ obviously, music plays an important role in my life. not that anyone would know it. not that i've ever tried to bring this out, to the light of day. how music will literally change my life. has in fact done so. without it, without the slippery wisdom of chords and clever lyrics and the washing press of a new sound, or better an old song heard anew, i'd be lost.
tree top flyer... i fly any cargo that you can pick to run... you've got to fly down the canyon.. there's no such thing as an easy run.
born survivor, tree top flyer...
~~ solitude may offer so much, but sometimes it just feels so godamned empty. a comfortable pain, like hunger or rage. an old jacket, creaking with the strain of age. loved, but ugly. sick, but cherished.
when i have to die then i want to strangle myself your black hair.... to suffocate myself between your sweet breasts... blinded by your brown eyes... cut my veins on your lips. i have not been good enough....
~~ if given the proper moment, i have no secrets. i'll answer any question, reveal any embarrassing event, peel open the scar on any pain. let it all bleed out into the open. if given the proper moment, no one ever asks.
...anyone who's played a part, wouldn't turn around and hate it. sweet sweet jane... waited down on the corner... heavenly widened roses seem to whisper to me, when you smile.
~~ smile, if not for me, for him her, them. i'm smiling as i write this, for indeed it is so good to be alive. so fucking amazing to feel this pain, this love, this everything. do it. smile.
what else should i be, all apologies, what else should i say.... in the sun, in the sun... i wish i was like you, easily amused... every thing's my fault.... in the sun, i feel as one, in the sun....all in all is all we are.
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I'll just say this. I think I will dream of you brushing my hair now. As much as everything else.
Now I leave these lyrics for no other reason than I just heard this song and want to share it.
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunsets fine
Millions of people swarming like flies round waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they dont need no friends
As long as they gaze on waterloo sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo sunsets fine
This shit ain't goan stop, it's just goan continue'
Sure, I've felt on the cusp of some great paradigm shift, but then everything usually goes right the fuck back to normal.
Sorry, wallowing a little in self-pity and pessimism at the moment.
I do know about this:
'~~ if given the proper moment, i have no secrets. i'll answer any question, reveal any embarrassing event, peel open the scar on any pain. let it all bleed out into the open. if given the proper moment, no one ever asks.'
People are always telling me it's difficult to know what I'm thinking but I don't think I've ever refused to answer a direct question. Or at least answered a different question, which was just as interesting. Or asked a different question. Somehow most people don't accept this as being worth as much...
Fuck it. glad you're feeling good. So the hotel thing worked out then, nuh?