martes, diciembre 28, 2010

Ain't Got nothing But Time.

Lonely days are over,
Gonna pack my blues away,
Up in a hidden corner,
Start my car and head down to the frisco bay,

Can't wait to sink my toes in the water,
And feel the ocean sway,
I'm gonna wash off the things that don't matter,
And watch as the day dies away,

I still ain't got a clue,
Of what I'm trying to find,
Gonna sit the whole day thru',
I ain't got nothing but time,

Sittin' here under the moon,
Whistlin' a melody,
Trying to bang out a scrappy tune,
To keep me company,

There's something a bit blue,
'Bout sittin' under the stars alone,
Feel like all I do,
Is wait for the sun,

I still ain't got a clue,
Of what I'm trying to find,
Gonna sit here the whole night thru',
I ain't got nothing but time,

Where am I trying to go,
It still scapes me,
When I get there I'll let you know,
Unless this life forsakes me.ARealRock'N'Rolla

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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!