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viernes, octubre 29, 2010

When I go

Like a branch stands the hardest of winds,
And one day breaks and sinks,
To the bottom of the river,
I will too, one day sink and shiver.
In the coldest of the sorrow pools,
Where I'll be crowned, the fool of fools,
And I'll look up at you from time to time,
And feel fine,
Just as long as you're in between,
Where I'm in,
And the stars that shine.

So when I go, 
If I can't hear you calling me on,
Then you'll know,
I will have finnally flown,
Into the,
Summer sunset, I'll be home,
And I trust you'll be here,
Cheering me on.

Like a grain of sand lost at sea,
I'm adrifting, that's my destiny,
Gonna Let the current take me away,
'Coz I know I'll never find my way
Falling and tumbling all around,
From now on, 'till my dying day.
But just as long, as you keep your head afloat,
I'll keep dispair at bay.

miércoles, octubre 27, 2010

Fucked Up In The Thinka

Everyone says I was dropped on my head long ago,
Guess I must have been,
'Coz I keep forgetting things I'm supposed to know,
And a lotta things I've seen.

I keep doing things that everyone thinks are wrong,
And saying things that are better left unsaid,
I've been like this since I was born,
I fuck things up and then go back to bed.

But I have no control over what I do,
Guess I'm fucked up in the thinka,
If I've ever done any wrong to you,
It's 'coz I'm fucked up in the thinka,
I'd apologize, but I don't have to,
'Coz I'm fucked up in the thinka.

Everyone says I should be put away,
And they might be right,
'Coz my head's always here and there, it never stays,
It just swings from side to side.

I keep doing things that everyone thinks are wrong,
And saying things that are better left unsaid,
I've been like that since I was born,
I fuck things up and then go back to bed.

But I have no control over what I do,
Guess I'm fucked up in the thinka,
If I've ever done any wrong to you,
It's 'coz I'm fucked up in the thinka,
I'd apologize, but I don't have to,
'Coz I'm fucked up in the thinka.

Somehow

Pain sinks deep in your heart,
Confussion clouds the mind,
Your eyes are torn apart,
They both fail to see the signs.

A blind man stares into the darkest nothing,
And somehow sees it all,
The deft only hear a silent something,
And somehow, they can listen to the music of the world.

And here I stand now,
Looking through to the other side,
But still I stand here, somehow,
Just wondering why.

A man cryes out as loud as he can,
But we cannot hear,
Why, no one seems to understand,
It just isn't clear.

And here I stand now,
Trying to listen to all the sounds passing me by,
And still, I stand here listening to nothing, somehow,
Just wondering why



                                                                                 ARealRock'N'Rolla

Don't overthink it

Some say I need education,
I say gimme drugs, alcohol and medication,
Wot's yer hesitation,
Screw my reputation.

We're just standing at the station,
Why not make it a deranged situation,
Quit your procrastination,
What's all your preocupation

We're too damaged for salvation,

Do the white and the green,
Do something you'd never do,
See all the things you've never seen,
Show me something new,
'Coz you ain't too old until you die,
And by then,
You'll have already passed on by,
So have another drink,
Life's swell when you don't overthink,
Everything.

Some say I should slow it down,
I say I 'll push it to the ground,
Can you fell my sound,
Breaking through and out,
All around,
This train I'm on is only one way bound.

Do the white and the green,
Do something you'd never do,
See all the things you've never seen,
Show me something new,
'Coz you ain't too old until you die,
And by then,
You'll have already passed on by,
So have another drink,
Life's swell when you don't overthink.

So do the white and the green,
Do something you'd never do,
See all the things you've not yet seen,
And show me something new,
'Coz you ain't to old until you die,
And by then,
You'll have already passed on by,
So have another drink,
Life's swell when you don't overthink,
Everything.

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sábado, octubre 23, 2010

Before that day comes along

You spend your days just walking 'round,
With your head always full of things to say,
But your lips refuse to cast those thoughts away.

Always in a daze, that's what your life's become,
Tangled up in an endless web of lies,
I wonder, friend, what lies behind your eyes.

Don't you know that nothing lasts forever,
Thought you were a bit more clever,
We'll all slide away one day,
And so I ask, how come we never ever,
Truly come to realise we're here until,
Just before we've gone,
I hope you and I will,
Before that day comes along.

You don't ever quite know,
Where it is that you should go,
You always take the same turns,
As everyone, in fear that you'll crash and burn.

Don't you know that nothing lasts forever,
Thought you were a bit more clever,
We'll all slide away one day,
And so I ask, how come we never ever,
Truly come to realise we're here until,
Just before we've gone,
I hope you and I will,
Before that day comes along.

This ride,
Ain't about always being right,
At many times it's quite the contrarie,
For the right kind of wrongs,
Remind us that we're free.

jueves, octubre 21, 2010

There ain't nothing wrong with being alone

There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone,
For a minute or two,
It's happened to me,
And it's happened to you too.

When it's just you in your room,
Whistling a sad tune,
For, an also lonely moon,
I'll say it again,
There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone my friend,

Sometimes the sweetest thing,
Is to feel it's only you and the world,
You plant your feet on the ground,
And beneath you, you feel everything twirl,
The sky up above is,
Of the most beautiful and darkest of blues,
Just like your heart,

When it's just you in your room,
Whistling a sad tune,
For, an also lonely moon,
I'll say it again,
There ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone my friend,

Like I said, there ain't nothing wrong,
With being alone, for a minute or two.

Is it?

There are many things passing by, runnin' 'round in yer mind,
They don't let up, they keep your head down all the time,
If only you could send them away, or find the words to say,
Gonna leave it all behind and get on goin', 'cause I just can't stay.

But it ain't easy is it?,
It doesn't matter where you are, you always remember, you never forget,
Half those things, half the time, make you wish you were dead,
So you pour yer hopes into a mean drink and a burning cigarette.

When all the things that could go wrong, have gone so,
And your true colours are breaking thorugh your skin, and they're starting to show,
You feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
And the warmth of the sun, ain't so warm no mo',
And the cold night has suddenly gotten colder,
If I just make it through the night it'll all be better.

But it just ain't that easy, is it?
If you make it through the day, you'll still remember tomorrow,
The things that went wrong yesterday, while puffin' on a cigarette,
And hoping you can drink away the sorrow.

miércoles, octubre 13, 2010

If it ain't in my heart

Everyone keeps telling me that only Sundays,
Are for staying in bed,
And doing nothin' but waste and wither away,
Well I do it everyday instead,
'Cause whatever purpose my life had long ago,
Is now utterly gone,
Don't know why, it just ain't in me anymore,
It scapes my mind, the reason.

Though, the outcome's truly appealing,
Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',
No concerns, no responsabilities,
The mementos I'm making are neither good nor bad, they're just memories,
Though everyone seems in dissagreement with this way to live,
It puts my mind at ease.


They say it's not wrong to acquiesce,
As long as you do so,
To their plain and emotionless requests,
Even when you know,
In yer heart you oughtta do something else,
Oh no, it ain't easy to live,
Specially when you have no room to breathe,
It's better to forget it all,
And just let yourself be.


You'll see the outcome's truly appealing,
Only smokin', writin', and sleepin',
No concerns, no responsabilities,
The mementos you'll be making will be neither good nor bad, they'll be just memories,
Though everyone will seem to be in dissagreement with this way to live,
It'll put your mind at ease.

I ain't gonna do what ain't in my heart,
This is who I've been right from the start.

martes, octubre 12, 2010

Just a Rock'n'rolla

Everyone keeps telling me to get outta bed,
That I should grab a book and feed my head,
But what they fail to see is that I'm not interested,
In anything other than the next gig, the next bottle, the next cigarette,
So if it's all the same to you I'm gonna stay the course instead.

'Cause nothing really matters to me,
Only being who I wanna be,
I live my life out in the night,
Beneath the clouds and the stars that shine,
Don't give a damn about what you think's right,
'Cause honey Imma running outta time,
But it ain't my fault, I'm just a rock'n'rolla.

They all say you ain't worth anything,
If you ain't living the right way,
If you don't bow yer head and go along with everything,
Well if you go along with it all your throwing your life away,
That's what I say.

'Cause nothing really matters to me,
Only being who I wanna be,
I live my life out in the night,
Beneath the clouds and the stars that shine,
Don't give a damn about what you think's right,
'Cause honey Imma running outta time,
But it ain't my fault, I'm just a rock'n'rolla.

I'm just a rock'n'rolla, I'm just a rock'n'rolla

Our First and Last Rodeo...

As the leafs fall from the trees, so do we,
Nothing lasts everything dies out, in the end,
There are just whole and broken dreams,
And drained out bottles on empty streets,
So be sure to make it to count, don't miss a thing,
For this is our first and last rodeo my friend.

All that you can really do is what you want to do,
Drink, smoke, sing and live away all the bad memories,
Be yourself, stay young and true,
Before it's time for you to bid this ol' world adieu.

And sure, many things are unfair,
From our first moment of life,
We already have too much burden to bear,
'Cause, life, we know it ain't no easy ride,
But it's sure as hell an epic one too,
So unburden yourself from thoughts about our final resting place,
Pick yourself up off the floor, and wipe the tears from your face,
'Cause don't you know,
This is our first and last rodeo.


All that you can really do is what you want to do,
Drink, smoke, sing and live away all the bad memories,
Be yourself, stay young and true,
Before it's time for you to bid this ol' world adieu.

martes, octubre 05, 2010

Fucking bored...

Man sleeping, in dreams he sees a spirit and awakes, to find the very same spirit in his chambers looking at him but gliding away and out of his room. Man: oh spirit, art thou but a fake image ingraved in the back of my tumescent skull, ney, thou art as real as the breeze that at this moment dries the sweat pouring from my chest and forehead, if only, if only my ethereal friend could you but whisper the purpose of thou come to me. If only thou could whisper but a little stronger, for these ears of mine cannot hear but the whispers of the world. Oh, hang the whisper, scream, shout it from the top of your lungs and direct the sound into my ears curving thou wise lips. Scream. Shout. Yell. Sing thou purpose of intent. If thou shalln't have it any other way, write it on a piece of paper and leave it on my doorstep at the breaking of the sky, let me know, I must know, for things such as these happen but for a reason, and it is that reason the heart of that, that troubles my fist-shaped and blooddy organ. Provide me with warm words so I can put an end to this grey parade of cold thoughts that art indeed now marching around and about in my mind. Oh, if thou had but an ounce of that long forgotten currency, compassion, thou would tell me the meaning of this unannounced visit at once. Perhaps, since thou lacks the propper vocal cords and such, thou cannot speak, hence, our predicament, if only there was a way so that I could hear what soundless words roll off your tongue just now. Well, granted there's one way, but one way only, and my heart does no dare to even contemplate it. Allthough, now that my mind begins pondering on the subject, it is but a certain fate for us, all living things, all of us who were belched from the loigns of this world. And I do feel, if I may say so, more than slightly curious to learn what hides behind that firghtening veil, that dark and impenetrable shade that cannot be pierced until one has parted from one's body. Yes, there's but one path, one road I can follow, and tred it, I intend to. Thou, silver, soon to be red, blade shall do the job you were made for, cut, cut my flesh without remorse or guilt, cut and let me stroll out of this world the same way I came in, covered in blood, by blood began, by blood ended, what a suitable finale for this ever so pleasant journey. Farewell eyes, hands, hair, fingers and toes, legs and knees, elbows and knuckles and wirsts, neck, and lungs, and nails, and heart, and kidneys and liver, and veins, and spit, and nose, and mouth, and face, and eyebrows, and chin and shins, and ancles, and feet. Farewell to all else, I, due to lack of pacience, do not name. Throat slit, darkness, pitch-black darkness. Where art thou spirit? Where art thou friend? Oh, there art thou, tell me now that we've become as one, tell me so I can know, and do not waste even one second with needless introductions, or embellishments of any kind. Spirit: Well, mate I'm awfully sorry, but you have thrown your life away. Man: Yes, my heart wasn't in politics, it never was, I always wanted to be a writer, my wretched father pushed me into that sordid world, where old, greedy, grey, lusty, insolent excuses of men decide the fates of millions upon millions, driven only by the malice and greed that festers in their hearts. So tell me what is it that I should pour my heart and soul into, writing yes? No, there's no need for more words, I see now that, that was the purpose of thou unannounced visit. No more words neeb be spoken but this, show me the quickest way back and I'll see to walk it as quick as this air-like body of mine can. Spirit: Uhm, no mate, forgive me, but you've misunderstood me, I walked into your dream for no other reason driving me but... boredom, after you saw me the very first thing I desired was to slip away swiftly, but at the same moment I was in that whole process of sliping, you saw me back in the real world, which I was told humans could never do, except when they were getting ready to embark themselves upon the last voyage, ey. But ey, I guess they were quite right weren't they?.- chuckles-. Man: What art thou saying? Art thou saying what I think thou art saying? Spirit: I'm afraid so, good sir. Man: So, I'm dead?. Spirit: Yes, terribly sorry sir, terribly terribly sorry sir. Man: But then, what were thou trying to sound out, back in my chambers? Spirit: Nothing sir. Man: Tell me, or I'll... I don't know what I'll do, but I asure you it won't be pleasant. Spirit: I said, "don't mind me, just passing by, I'll be going on then, sorry to wake you". Man: I'm dead, because you were FUCKING BORED!. Spirit: What happened with the whole thou thing, ey? Man: the whole "thou thing" I reserved it for those who deserve respect and being treated in a certain manner, those who require said treatment do not cause somebody else's death, because they were FUCKING BORED!

lunes, octubre 04, 2010

I'ts harder to live, than it is to die.

It doesn't matter how much or how hard you try,
Time goes by,
We wither away and die.

There's nothing anybody can do about it, it is fate,
The one appointment you're never early for or late,
We can't but wait.

The best advise this humble man can give,
Is live,
Believe,
And when the road get's rocky up ahead, just breathe,
As you go along,
Many things will go wrong,
But for every wrong there's a right,
And for all there's always something left,
To dream, to feel, to think about,
One of the few things you can trust no doubt,
Fight back as hard as you can to stay in,
Before you're casted out,
Hold on to life as fiercely as you can, and don't forget the feeling,
The thrill,
Of standing still,
While the rest of the world spins,
It's hard to be alive,
But, oh, how easy it is to die.

I've got to keep on

So your soul is blue,
But friend don't you know it's all up to you,
To turn your heart 'round today,
And make the most of all the things life throws your way.

Joy's now become a forgotten acquaintance,
Can't tell if it's the weather or the distance,
That's making me wanna throw it all away,
And forget all about the future and stay,
Forever in the yesterday.

But I've got to keep on,
Believein' my light will shine on,
'Cuz otherwise I may as well just roll up and die,

And it ain't that I'm scared o' dying,
Of slidin' out the back door,
The only way outta here's flyin',
All the way across to the other shore,
But I've got the feeling there's something more,
In store,
For me.

For a faithful departed...

At the same time,
You took yourself away,
You took away my mind,
As well.

Masn, it don't seem fair,
To leave me here hangin' out to dry,
And scared,
Of all the things that are,
And all the things that'll never come to be,
You put me on a paperboat under a storm,
And left me lost out at sea.

Now the only light in my life,
Comes from the fire that lights,
My cigarette.
And the only thought that gets me along,
Is that no too soon nor too long,
From today, I'll see you again, when I myself am dead,
But until then I'll sing out this, the saddest of songs for you,
A faithful departed.

But for now it seems,
I'll have to settle for,
Seeing you only in my dreams,
But wot am I to do,
In the daytime when the sun shines bright,
And my eyes find no rest,
Well I guess I'll just do my best,
To get along alone.

Don't ya see

I'm gonna take myself for a ride,
On the wild side,
Maybe I'll run into Lucy in the sky,
With diamonds and she'll fly,
Me down to hell, and to the heavens up high.

Imma have me some fun,
Fuck in the sun,
And wait for the night to come.

I'll drink away the pain,
I'll say wot I mean,
And do it all over again.

Don't ya see,
I'm as free,
As I wanna be,
'Cuz wot I feel,
Is wot is real,
Not wot I see.

Don't ya see,
Yer as free,
As ya wanna be,
'Cuz wot ya feel,
Is wot is real,
Not wot ya see,
Don't ya see.

Conversations with a christian God...

I am the chief,
My will be done,
I am the only one.

I sit upon my throne,
Chewin' on a bag o' bones,
Of those who came along,
And those who have not yet gone.

Imma mean ol' brotha,
I shall not be bothered,
Otherwise with a black veil you'll be covered.

And then send down to.

That firey place below where those who defy me go,
I'm the wisest of the wise,
The badest of the bad, I'm all,
That you fear,
I am the beginnin',
But I'm also the end,
Imma tricky lil' chap my friend.

Truly yer a nobody,
In spite of who you try to be,
Ya behave cowardly never boldy,
Nor are ya as shiney,
And bright as gold, on the contrarie,
Yer a lil' S. O. B.

Yer a spoiled lil' sucka,
A tricky lil' fucka,
Wot's wrong with you is that you never had a motha,
To tell ya wot's right and wrong.

Truth is you should be the one who goes.

To that firey place below,
Where the most rotten of the rotten go,
Those who haven't got a soul.

They seek in ya warmth,
You giv'em cold,
Scenarios of pain and sorrow,
If those lil' bastards don't do as they're told,
Yer just a mean kid with a magnifying glass,
Burnin' all the ants, but mate yer losing the girphold,
Yer losing the griphold.
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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!
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