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“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall,
so many laws to keep you from experience.
All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy,
stifling state in which most people pass through life.
I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun -
hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case."
I will turn and say to them
"It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job,
cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive.
For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that.
For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!"
And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.”
-Henry Rollins
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Thursday, December 15, 6:21 p.m.
Lyrics...In Your Blood
I can't stay over you.
It seems we drive forever but can never get away from here, just one more try.
I'm guessing you are over me, I guess it's bravery.
Because it's black out the window while you sleep in the passenger seat.
So when it's always on your mind but you never speak of the name.
It's in your blood and face and I'm certain it's fame.
So I stayed out in the car because the weather had gotten to me.
But its really these road signs and freeways that I cant take.
This can't be how you live.
It's like a ball and chain around your waist or this simple state.
Your mind's sick again.
I'm tasting nothing but 4 words, please don't leave me.
And it's Dark in the winter so your ideas start to sleep.
Well your head is spinning like that carousel, and I know you're a mess after 3 or 4.
But if you make it different then we'll make our way to the surface, and you favorite place. Where we sit, and we breath.
Because I know all the word and I sing you everything. Well they're just thoughts so go ahead and speak.
Pick out what you like and call me when you're on the way.
You can spend the night and hope to sleep all day.
For me its just another week, twenty eight was once how I dreamed.
And with your sent on my face I can leave and have you for days.
I still can't see you.
The summer came and we got lost, all of us.
You are nothing with out her.
I still wont remember your face, the features mix too well with this alcohol.
So we cover ourselves in your fear, and stay to watch that moon disappear under these lights.
This city's screaming at me.
And as you breathe the words I better go.
The sun is up and taking back all the shadows that covered this ground, and our feet, like a blanket of coal.
