...and music is my aeroplane

[the_guy_greeny]

It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents we got together
And wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
And slipped through whatever cracks we could find
Minds altered, we didn't falter
In portraying hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe
We loved the dirty city
And the journeys away from it
We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves
Chase tails round and round in downward spiral
Leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind
Still the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable
And we lived inside it laughing with no clothes
And everything experimental 'till death was upon us
In our face mortality
And lots of things seemed futile then
But love and music can save us and did
While the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us
Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
Nothing is the same
So we keep moving
We keep moving