I'm going back to the ones that I know,
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me
Then it probably will.

we spotted the ocean

A little boy sat down and cried
An old man passing asked him why
He said I can't do what the big boys do
Old man sat down and he cried, too

Maybe it's tomorrow
and maybe it's not
Maybe it's yesterday
and I just forgot...

 oldviolin wrote:

 Steve wrote: 
I stepped into
Into another
Into another world

Something's coming
Something big
Something I can't stand

Dark as the ocean
Secret and cruel
Something I can't command

Something's waiting
Down a mugger's alley
To see what's on my mind

Take a deep breath
Start walking faster
It's dark, but I'm not blind

You never know
If I push at this wall
My hand could pass through

So

This cloud of unknowing
Could disappear too

It's only the future


Joe Jackson - Only The Future

The older I get the more lucid I feel
Let it go and let it come
Tired of trying to belong
When I could be flying


Joe Jackson ~ Flying

And the Crimson Dynamo
Came along for the ride...

There's only seconds of your life
That really count for anything
All the rest is killing time
Waiting for a train

Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady.

Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Swing to the right
Don't want to hear what the povertous expect from me
Let 'em eat cake if they feel that way
I gotta work, why should I have to pay for that?
Swing to the right
And I don't want to be left holding the bag for them
'S'cuse me for living but I have to say,
I've got some worries of my own, like staying fat

Stop the hands of time
Think I see a sign
Tables turning 'round
Hear a different sound
Stop the hands of time
Looking out for mine

"Swing to the Right" - Utopia circa 1982

I can't be distracted
By the stuttering of the kids
I just sit, enraptured
By your fluttering eyelids

Dark is the cloud that rests over the nation
Wild is the war cry that pierces the air
God’s heavy judgements spread wide desolation
Strong hearts are bound in the depths of despair.

Lord, may the bands of the captive be broken
Oh may this struggle bring true liberty
Teach man that love is a heaven-born token
And that the truth can alone make us free.

From "Supplication in a Nation's Calamity, or Prayer for the Captive"
Words by Sister Cecilia Devere, February 1862

Don't you know the crime rate's going UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

Some people's hot
Some people's cold
Some people's not very
Swift to behold
Some people do it
Some see right through it
Some wear pyjamas
If only they knew it

You do the thing you love the best.
What separates you from the rest,
And what you love to do the most?
And when they ask me how you dance,

The gravity
Of whether you were meant for me
Came crashing like a symphony
In someone else's used to be