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hello..
i don't use this much anymore at this time in my life.. haha.. but i came across it at the right time, so i've decided to write a couple words..
i'm a different person than i was before, finally crawling my way out of my fake flesh.. i've been thinking a lot about the now rather than the future.. and i've been writing lots of music.. my new gretsch has brought me plenty of inspiration, but i think i've been going kind of crazy lately, not necessarily in a bad way.. but when all you see and hear when you close your eyes are these songs and chord shapes that seem foreign and unfamiliar, yet very much are a breathing part of your existence.. it is a bit distracting.. but figuring them out and writing and developing the songs.. helps me understand myself more.. so i'm recording an album in a few months at the studio in cato.. and i'll be working on those for the next long time.. once it's out i'll give it out freely and maybe other people can feel my music and become a part of it.. but that's not my place, haha.. i do these things now in a humble fashion for myself.. the rest is put beyond my head. so besides my basking in thoughts and wondering at the universe.. i've just been schooling during the week and working saturdays at the shell.. one day a week does not provide much cash, but whatever. who needs that, right? i can look at popular magazines and just feeeel rich and famous and complete.. haha yeah right..
A dove is a glove
That I wear in my heart
And though I like to dress smart
It doesn’t have any part of the world of fashion
And you’re there to put me down
And I’m sick off the frowns that follow me around
I would like the sky but there’s no reason why
She’d say to this world with the nose of a girl
Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud
I’ve never been here and though you’re physically here
You’re pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved
There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window
What do I have to show
To a world that the only way to destroy
Is to die like a baby boy
I could be happy in infinity
Of the space of my eyelid
But I know I’m somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,
And it would be real,
And I eat my last meal
Wish that I could feel
But now I don’t even know if I’m real
i don't use this much anymore at this time in my life.. haha.. but i came across it at the right time, so i've decided to write a couple words..
i'm a different person than i was before, finally crawling my way out of my fake flesh.. i've been thinking a lot about the now rather than the future.. and i've been writing lots of music.. my new gretsch has brought me plenty of inspiration, but i think i've been going kind of crazy lately, not necessarily in a bad way.. but when all you see and hear when you close your eyes are these songs and chord shapes that seem foreign and unfamiliar, yet very much are a breathing part of your existence.. it is a bit distracting.. but figuring them out and writing and developing the songs.. helps me understand myself more.. so i'm recording an album in a few months at the studio in cato.. and i'll be working on those for the next long time.. once it's out i'll give it out freely and maybe other people can feel my music and become a part of it.. but that's not my place, haha.. i do these things now in a humble fashion for myself.. the rest is put beyond my head. so besides my basking in thoughts and wondering at the universe.. i've just been schooling during the week and working saturdays at the shell.. one day a week does not provide much cash, but whatever. who needs that, right? i can look at popular magazines and just feeeel rich and famous and complete.. haha yeah right..
A dove is a glove
That I wear in my heart
And though I like to dress smart
It doesn’t have any part of the world of fashion
And you’re there to put me down
And I’m sick off the frowns that follow me around
I would like the sky but there’s no reason why
She’d say to this world with the nose of a girl
Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud
I’ve never been here and though you’re physically here
You’re pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved
There is a girl, blabbing nothing outside my window
What do I have to show
To a world that the only way to destroy
Is to die like a baby boy
I could be happy in infinity
Of the space of my eyelid
But I know I’m somewhere else
Where the words on this page
Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,
And it would be real,
And I eat my last meal
Wish that I could feel
But now I don’t even know if I’m real