miércoles, junio 29, 2011

Out Here On Nowhere Highway

Well I was born with my hands tied up,
Shackled around my back,
Growin up in the mist of a harsh dream,
Of concrete, toxic fumes and stone,
It don't get much harder than this,
With freedom always so far away, oh no,
It only takes a broken promiss,
To bring you to your knees,

Stories written on ripped jeans and 'round black alleys,
On dark corners and old whiskey bars,
Where strangers meet to drink away the scars,
They got in dark rooms and in the back of getaway cars,
But if you take my hand darling I swear,
That if we think on our feet, we can make a run for it,
Out into the horizon, babe, we'll head nowhere,
We sure gonna leave babe, but we ain't never gonna quit,

'Coz out in the night, from the lovers' rosey lips,
Dreams are born and fate is touched and kissed,,
And the junkies and hoodlums and all the dirty souls gather round,
On street cornes for one last shot at redemption only to shoot and miss,
And it don't get much easier than this,
When we're all falling from grace trying to grab onto,
Fading ropes and slippery hands,  now ain't this bliss,

But this is the way we live, you and I,
With one hand gripping tightly on a gun,
The other one on the steering wheel,
And the pedal to the floor,
Tell me 'coz I wanna know if this is real,
Crashing out on curbs, burning out on highways,
Smashing into each other, is this the best deal,
We could ever hope to get,

Well this here's life out here on nowhere highway,
Where the unwanted children and the forgotten,
Flood the streets by the thousands, everyday,
The dissilussioned and unfortunate sons,
And the broken hearted can only march on,
To the stifled beat of worn-out drums,
As they sing along,
I'll live fast and I'll die hard 'coz that's how I was born,

Out here on nowhere highway,

Out here on nowhere highway,



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!