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every day forma had to run
at one point
and half he thought
then every week he had to be bohemian
and the other cerebral.
now every fall
disaster
and every spring
resilient
ready to grow again
in the eyes of
the family'r sun
i love you so
that i'll let you
pass over me
every day
i think i'm influenced every time of the year to take a trip out into the bohemia of life. to sink into something great. i love smoking pot and playing guitar more than anything else right now. i want to be something with music. i love guitar more than i love smoking pot.
i love guitar.... so i'm going to show it
i think i want to go over to cali. i have an open door if i want it. liz will take me in her apartment. she said i can have a room and a bed. i might hitch with my 12 string and some clothes.
i want to sink into the underground music scene. live it straight out. liz knows a lot of people who'd take me in, in one heartbeat. all they do is play and chill. everywhere. support to musicians from musicians. i'd have a job and i'd just be able to chill constantly. sure i wouldn't develop much in the long run, but i dont really care about that. i'm not going to have any kids to give money to and i dont think me or anyone else i'm with would be able to do anything productive to need to pass on money to. unless i got big in music.
which would be perfect.
thats more technical than it needs to be.
i want to meet people and play music. and live
i have laptop thanks dad.
i'm alright with being connected in starbucks.
the bohemian in me stirs. shit its been a year and a half. lets get the move on. after this year. it should be 2 years of straight up life.
i want to have some stories. i feel like i've been caged in and i need to have some things to think about
i haven't seen enough to look back on my life and smile again
like, i do, i have some great memories, but i think i could have more. all my great memories are from people, not from objects. so i want to meet the people. i want to have a great time. i want to stop feeling like i'm caged into a structure, i want to leave this confining place and come back when i choose, by choice, by knowing the other side.
cause its either i'm weird for feeling trapped, or i really am trapped. i'm going to see if i really am.
at one point
and half he thought
then every week he had to be bohemian
and the other cerebral.
now every fall
disaster
and every spring
resilient
ready to grow again
in the eyes of
the family'r sun
i love you so
that i'll let you
pass over me
every day
i think i'm influenced every time of the year to take a trip out into the bohemia of life. to sink into something great. i love smoking pot and playing guitar more than anything else right now. i want to be something with music. i love guitar more than i love smoking pot.
i love guitar.... so i'm going to show it
i think i want to go over to cali. i have an open door if i want it. liz will take me in her apartment. she said i can have a room and a bed. i might hitch with my 12 string and some clothes.
i want to sink into the underground music scene. live it straight out. liz knows a lot of people who'd take me in, in one heartbeat. all they do is play and chill. everywhere. support to musicians from musicians. i'd have a job and i'd just be able to chill constantly. sure i wouldn't develop much in the long run, but i dont really care about that. i'm not going to have any kids to give money to and i dont think me or anyone else i'm with would be able to do anything productive to need to pass on money to. unless i got big in music.
which would be perfect.
thats more technical than it needs to be.
i want to meet people and play music. and live
i have laptop thanks dad.
i'm alright with being connected in starbucks.
the bohemian in me stirs. shit its been a year and a half. lets get the move on. after this year. it should be 2 years of straight up life.
i want to have some stories. i feel like i've been caged in and i need to have some things to think about
i haven't seen enough to look back on my life and smile again
like, i do, i have some great memories, but i think i could have more. all my great memories are from people, not from objects. so i want to meet the people. i want to have a great time. i want to stop feeling like i'm caged into a structure, i want to leave this confining place and come back when i choose, by choice, by knowing the other side.
cause its either i'm weird for feeling trapped, or i really am trapped. i'm going to see if i really am.