it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice