...are the things I've been thinking about this afternoon. The feeling of complete, unaffected happiness. Everyone knows (I hope) what that feels like. The crystallized moment where you can't see, feel, hear, smell, or taste anything. Your soul is full of nothing but white light, and nothing could possibly affect it. That moment. The one everyone wishes could stick around. But it can't. It wouldn't be the same if it did.
I've been writing a bit, hope to have some new songs to play in the next week or so. I'll just write out the last few pages of my notebook, unedited. I usually just write a few lines at a time, and never come back to it, so these are random, scattered thoughts...
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Drank til my heart almost stopped
(Chorus)
I can't really say that I miss it
Cuz I don't remember it right
But I've seen it all in the pictures
It seems like a whole other life
Seems like a whole other life
Money, I could take it or leave it
But I never had any to take
I'd live show to show if it killed me
So scared of being a fake (I hate that line)
But time seems to change all that thinkin'
And now I just wanna get paid
Wake up and make up some music
And play with the babies I made
Chorus
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The truth is hard on you
When it's not your friend
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Art comes from life
So don't take too much advice
It's good to admire
And it's good to aspire
But don't aspire to be someone else
Distill the very best part of yourself
Bring every shade of color
in your head out for the world to see
Dripping wet and naked
With a baby's eyes
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That Feeling
Like touching the one that you've ached for
Or hearing that song for the first time
When you're owning the home that you paid for
When you're holding the baby you made
As you look into your true love's eyes
It's that feeling
So full you could float away
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Fuck Punk Rock
Fuck you isn't an emotion
It's a reaction
Your uniform looks stupid
You're not different
Fuck Punk Rock
This is a reaction
This is Punk Rock
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There you have it! That's what I've done today.
I'm going outside to breathe some spring air. Lovely. Enjoy your day!!!
Wess
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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is not to build, but to birth
A thousand memories of truth
Plucked from the wind, dug from the earth