The afternoonOld lettersI miss Ms. RollerManitou SpringsRolling green hillsRed RocksGarden Of The GodsSummer rainNostalgia in envelope formLetters writtenMangled and wornStood the test of time thoughNearly 20 yearsAnd looking backAfter reading themI’m not so sure whyShe was so angry with meThat day I arrived back in townI guess in some wayI must have broke her heartBut
we gathered together on the bus packed in like sardinesheaded towards our own individual ideas of freedomof what it means to be alive what it means to breatheand we all have gills too that’s the only way to make it out here in this vast oceanof chaos and mysteryit’ll get the best of youif you
it’s early morningthe sun is just getting startedthe traffic is wildbig trucks roar down the street their brakes squealingevery once in a whilesome people walk byand then suddenlyshe appearsmagnificentmarvelousglorious creatureI can’t help but stareI get caughtbut I don’t careI can’t help itI’m even getting hardshe has real short shorts onthey reveal her every curveher shirt
exhaustion and utter fatigueswampy veins and decaying heatfaulty pedestals and placid archives decadent etymology and false barricadesno room for loss or mourners born into the lascivious nightsad skeptics and refugees of fright bewildered by fame and appetitesickened cells and fractious bones fuel for unworthy soulsrestless and listless and frayedfidget to make it through another dayquarrelsome
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I am not writing well today.I am in the offbeat season of silence, there with my fingers typing away as I delete almost every sentence.I try to write something lively, something grand and magnificent, but all I end up with are these senseless, horrible syllables.I remember feeling this waymany times in the past;it is a
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I want to do something big todayLike fly to France, or Japan, or Ireland Perhaps jump from the moonOr shoot electricity into my veinsI want to protrude through the clouds Like a gigantic mythological GodSwim to the bottom of every oceanFire off a big gun from a massive warshipI want to fly in a helicopter
Led Styler · You Your songComes soonAfter the candleShowsShinesIt’s way throughDeep into this vast night Where the sorrow softens Unveils the mad delightWhen the mountains subside Where the chaos hidesWhen the night makes us martyrs cryYour songComes soonWhen the salt softly touches the moon The air of the tideWhen the oceans Mysteriously collideVast with powerAnd
Led Styler · Warming Up i am petrifiedfossilizedturned into nothingfrom dead men and dead eyes ignitesparkflamei’ll show you insanei’ll show you the remainsof the bitter and the scarred that catastrophicallywalk through your cavernsand barsthe onesyoutrytocontainstool-pigeonstrying to containmad momentsin tiny machinestrying to perfectthe others’ dreamsi’m coming for youi’m coming for youi’m coming for youyou have no
Click here for more listening options. With your mind exposed like a summer heatWith your heart undone like a mental freakWith a thousand sins exposed like skinMakes it hard to grow and hard to live inI know that my life is only my life and only I’ve gotta live it…don’t… want to waste one… more
Led Styler · For Tomorrow ( 2012 Live Studio Session ) When I leave, I just goLend a hand to the sullen manBehind the piano near the storeWhere the kind offererIsn’t offering anymore And when you feel like you’ll loseJust tie the remnants of your youthAnd find a way to start the day a little
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