martes, noviembre 23, 2010

A life well lived

He walks alone on a rainy night,
Only his memories are walking by his side,
One stone per charished moment in his pocket,
And dusty letters in his leather jacket,
Remind him of how good the good times were,
Though he wonders, what was it all for.

He never had too many things,
But what he did have, he had a lot of,
A soul to live, fingers to play, and heart to sing,
Some may say that's just not enough,
Though to me, that's more than we could ever hope to posess,
A life lived this way doesn't need any more or any less,
Make every laughter count, every tear, every breath,
For before you know it, you will have left.

Now he sits by himself by the side of the road
Watching everyone walking as they go,
As they head somewhere to hang their hats and coats,
He's a wreckadge stuck in the middle of the sea,
Surrounded by speedboats,
But at least he's free.

He never had too many things,
But what he did have, he had a lot of,
A soul to live, fingers to play, and a heart to sing,
Some may say that's just not enough,
Though to me, that's more than we could ever hope to posess,
A life lived this way doesn't need any more or any less,
Make every laughter count, every tear, every breath,
For before you know it, you will have left.

ARealRock'N'Rolla

Think about a life without you.

I was walking on my own,
When on a puddle of water on the road,
I saw your reflection.


I was delighted,
A fire in me was ignited,
Birds were going tweetly doo,
I had finally found you.


Now years have gone by,
You're still by my side,
I look at you,
And I can't do,
Nothing but sigh,
'Coz I can't wait,
For the day,
When I die.


'Coz then, I will be finally free of you,
Think about a life without you, that's all I do,
'Coz I was fine then,
Way back when,
You were just a stranger,
Now you've become a changer,
You've turned my life over and around,
You've gotten me upside down,
You've turned my smile into a frown,
I used to be up in the clouds,
Now I'm here stuck with you and without,
All the things I dream about.


Your skin to me is so coarse,
It's hard to think of anything worse,
Than your touch,
It's just too much.


Your voice when you sing,
Is deafening to me,
It makes my ears ring,
And my brain curl up and go crazy.


Now years have gone by,
You're still by my side,
I look at you,
And I cannott do,
Nothing but sigh,
'Coz I can't wait,
For the day,
When I die.


'Coz then, I will be finally free of you,
Think about a life without you, that's all I do,
'Coz I was fine then,
Way back when,
You were just a stranger,
Now you've become a changer,
You've turned my life over and around,
You've gotten me upside down,
You've turned my smile into a frown,
I used to be up in the clouds,
Now I'm here stuck with you and without,
All the things I dream about.


 ARealRock'N'Rolla

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!