| Windswept Life |
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Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.
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Go On.
Pierce the halfway smokey glow and strike with the precision that's meant to kill
Take the haze with the tip of your fingers and wrap it around like a mortal coil
Cut into ribbons the high that was supposed to be the penultimate epic thrill
Crash through the glass and shatter into a million pieces on the cold, hard soil
That's the reality, without its rules and norms, with all its illusions
The high falootin' low debasin' all round swindlin' taunt when we're high on life
Feel the change that comes through the experience of many years
Fear the blame that comes through the words of your ignorant peers
The peerless shroud of conceited contempt looking down on those down below
Is it any wonder why I'm so scared that I'm grounded to the floor?
The poison seeps and takes hold of the rich innocence of life
It couldn't be more unexpected that I'm hanging onto just that little bit
The pure and naive is long gone, and the cynic laughs in their place
Emotions turn toxic and just when the first leaf falls in the frost that is April
The wind carries off a fragment of whatever's left of the withered soul
Rebuild the psyche, salvage the wreck, solder the broken pieces and make a new man
Let him stand up and walk again with the confidence befitting of a person
May he endure the pressure of guilt and remember the life he once had
The swan song of the man just about to crash again is just the dead's last gasp
So that I'll always remember, and so that we'll never forget
So that as day goes on I'll recall my regret
We all move along someday
Go on.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:57 PM
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Friday, February 05, 2010 |
Alright.
Wake up, it's time to smell the roses
Go take up, the ring, the light, the torch
And shake up, the scene, the ground, and as it all falls
Things break up, this fantasy life where we fight
Through...the illusion, through...the confusion, this adrenaline
Through this stupid life, know we're all just livin'
It's ain't all just empty words that I'm here spittin
It's all in this bullshit where we're dyin' or survivin'
There's so much that I really wanna tell you you know
But when my rhyme's not reason then reason's no more
Goin up high and crashing down low
It goes right round, through the ground and upside down
The cure for the sickness is the reason, the goal
When it feels like shit it's cuz there's no more ground down below
And if it kills me, a grand design, the fall from grace
To be locked out from freedom and be denied of my place
So I sign to the left, left to the might
Maybe if we go all out it'll all be alright
I know I can't speak for anyone else
But I know that you that we know and we'll show that it'll all be alright
It'll all be alright.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:10 PM
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Monday, February 01, 2010 |
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