ignore this for just another rant....thanx
Where do these bastards get the nerve to serve up some sympathy on one note and then go all out of tune on another? What godforsaken object of obsession do we have to make the metronome this time? And why all the staring when we aren’t even looking into each other’s eyes…give me props, give me a salute, a handshake of lit candles…and you didn’t even let me blow em out…I listened to grandaddy’s ‘sumday’…the only thing I could feel was the line ‘who’s lost the go in the ‘go for it’?…I listened, and I thought…if I was to blame…and if so…to what extent?…What kind of scale would weigh out the gravity within this little world of mine?…the scientists said the more mass the more gravitational pull…
Am I pulling in enough…or does another world control my destiny? Another world I’m too small to comprehend…
Always thought of the milky way as this boulder of debris
Then it became a grain of sand to the beaches of normandy
not bothering me either way
a big universe…a split in the atom of love
and who’s to collect the pieces…
grains of sand all above
In their world…
Only satan could dry out the oceans
Only god could save the dead children
Only you know which one is real
Tell me your secrets
Glass onions can’t be peeled…
Am I pulling in enough…or does another world control my destiny? Another world I’m too small to comprehend…
Always thought of the milky way as this boulder of debris
Then it became a grain of sand to the beaches of normandy
not bothering me either way
a big universe…a split in the atom of love
and who’s to collect the pieces…
grains of sand all above
In their world…
Only satan could dry out the oceans
Only god could save the dead children
Only you know which one is real
Tell me your secrets
Glass onions can’t be peeled…