alostlittlebird
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 8, 2003
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I've got a renewing faith in this generation,
that massive frustration may just be the cause
of this, our speculation.
That we may be wrong just before we approach what's right.
- And furthurmore, just a little ahead of our own shadow.
I listened to a girl say
"don't get involved, and you'll sleep easier."
I listened to her inner say
"I am not a participant in my own life."
Of course she just had the wrong idea to begin with.
Strife, it seems, is the construction beam
on which we lean, and so the up will be a down -
- eventually and in time we may discover
that somethings really rhyme.
Finally I realized exactly how far that head of hair
had come, and my spine went numb.
Remembering the old rule of thumb,
that things keep going as quick as they come.
So I went walking on the road of answers;
turned out it was the road of despair.
People spinning on the rides at the county fair,
an illusion in the lights but they never care.
Then I let em' keep going for the fortune and fame.
Let em' keep hiding their name.
Watch em' scatter as they run and hide,
said I couldn't find em', but really I lied.
This miscommunication keeps the people tongue tied.
Because it's so unclear that they see right through.
It's a mystery but it's true,
found the whole world floating in the river blue.
Let the whole world float in the river blue.
j.m 0.3
that massive frustration may just be the cause
of this, our speculation.
That we may be wrong just before we approach what's right.
- And furthurmore, just a little ahead of our own shadow.
I listened to a girl say
"don't get involved, and you'll sleep easier."
I listened to her inner say
"I am not a participant in my own life."
Of course she just had the wrong idea to begin with.
Strife, it seems, is the construction beam
on which we lean, and so the up will be a down -
- eventually and in time we may discover
that somethings really rhyme.
Finally I realized exactly how far that head of hair
had come, and my spine went numb.
Remembering the old rule of thumb,
that things keep going as quick as they come.
So I went walking on the road of answers;
turned out it was the road of despair.
People spinning on the rides at the county fair,
an illusion in the lights but they never care.
Then I let em' keep going for the fortune and fame.
Let em' keep hiding their name.
Watch em' scatter as they run and hide,
said I couldn't find em', but really I lied.
This miscommunication keeps the people tongue tied.
Because it's so unclear that they see right through.
It's a mystery but it's true,
found the whole world floating in the river blue.
Let the whole world float in the river blue.
j.m 0.3
