hydroazuanacaine
bluelighter
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- May 17, 2007
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everything and nothing always haunts me
.And even though we know we both fly, we give each other space and not the Evil Eye.--A Tribe Called Quest.
fire and rock i'm coming home to you,
while i'm picking the bones out of my dinner stew,
open up the gates of hell and roll me thru
fire and rock i'm coming home to you
probably shared already, but:
"There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams
And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California
With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom
He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free
There's a man who's climbed a mountain
And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again
He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest
While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free
There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels
Since the day they said goodbye
He writes "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"
He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free
There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter
Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free
There's a man who sends her medals
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer
And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow
And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree
While she's so busy being free"
This is my hour, I'm never going to bed
The sky is still black, but begs to be red
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I'm not nod, I'm not napper, never rest my head
Some days I feel I'm getting smaller and smaller
But some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller
And we keep shrinkin' and shrinkin' but this will not finish
You're never nothing, if you didn't disappear
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they change it
Just when I'm loving life, it seems to start raining
I pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and I'm into the stars
I love the rain out my skies. The sky's now red, my eyes reflect jets
Smiling at this blessing, this life is the best
I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed
I want to notice chances I've passed without notice
I want to see details previously veiled
I want to grab that chance, carry it home
So I can marry and know
That I noticed every chance
That I could have passed without notice
I saw details that to all were veiled
And I grabbed those chances, carried them home
And then I'll have had it with roaming
I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed
I want to speak every cliche but tweak if I've seen change
In new way it could be said
If it's bleak, or if the week's leaking down the street
Or if any days wasted I want to face facts
My time on this earth is my only penny
Wise is the gent counting every moment spent
I don't want to explain things, don't wanna fill in the gaps
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at[? ]
Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow
Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow
I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed
If spit like luck, you can only seem
To borrow it, you can't keep it
When the wind of change whistles into play
Will I blink or flinch away?
The wind of change won't whistle me away
If I spin my tails and sail
And sail away, let yesterday become today
I came to this world with nothing
And I leave with nothing but love
Everything else is just borrowed
As time will say, nothing but
I told you so
Memories are times we borrow
For spending tomorrow