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,
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.


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!