domingo, mayo 29, 2011

Life Falls

Count all the things you left behind,
With your eyes glazed over,
See them as they fall through time,
Wish yourself to a far away land,
You can see the scars of tomorrow,
On the back of your hand,
Freedom's something you fight for,
Love's something you've got to give up for,
You surrender, you remember,
All the days that passed you by,
All the breaths you turned into a sigh,

And you weep, weep, weep,
As you sleep, sleep, sleep,
Holding fast to the secrets, that, you keep, keep, keep,
You bring yourself down, down, down,
With your hands nailed to the ground, ground, ground,
As your life falls to pieces round, round, round

You gotta pray to the cold,
To freeze all the lies you told,
And the vows you took, so long ago,
You laid naked and chilled on the floor,
Forgot by the gods you served,
And the idols you adored,
The words you shouted fell away,
Through the curtain of oblivion,
Beyond the ashes that laid at the end of the day,
The songs you sung when up to the sky,
And fell down on our heads,
And made us whole again,
When we were but frail shreds,

And you'll weep, weep, weep,
As you'll sleep, sleep, sleep,
Holding fast to the secrets, that, you keep, keep, keep,
You'll bring yourself down, down, down,
With your hands nailed to the ground, ground, ground,
As your life falls to pieces round, round, round,


ARealRock'N'Rolla

Summertime Dreaming...

Wish I could buy a plain ticket or hitch a ride on outta here,
Only need for it to take me somewhere,
May it fly me off into the horizon,
To where, I don't really care,

Things ain't been quite so good back home,
And when it ain't good, it just ain't right,
It would be better to go it alone,
For a couple o' days and a thousand nights

Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Man, some golden shores and a deep blue sea,
Would surely free me,
Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Further than these eyes of mine can see,
Maybe,

Ain't seen a whole lot of the world,
But what I've seen sure ain't enough,
Wanna roam down the coast and meet a golden-haired girl,
Wanna see what poets have been, dreaming of,

I wanna tread the old and long path they say,
Exists between the moon and the sun,
Where there is no night nor is there day,
And the only thing you can do is just walk on,

Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Man, some golden shores and a deep blue sea,
Would surely free me,
Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Further than these eyes of mine can see,
Maybe,

Summertime,
Listen to the bells of freedom call,
Listen to them chime,
In the summertime,
Not much is needed,
Some good tunes,
Sunshine, mj, booze, heat,
And an open road,
That spreads as far as your eyes can see.


Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Man, some golden shores and a deep blue sea,
Would surely free me,
Where will this summertime dreaming,
Take me,
Further than these eyes of mine can see,
Maybe,


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!