Leading The Blind

Leading The Blind

I’m not saying it’s easy

But I’m just not the same.

I try to keep even

But everyone seems to change

At night, everybody

Looks like someone else

Every now and then

I’m in a daze myself

But I know

The difference between up and down

And I know

Only trouble will follow you around

I know

Which way is left and right

And I know

Where I’ll end up tonight

You say mean things

Then you say you didn’t mean

You made so many promises

That you forgot to keep

I may not know

What it is to have some fun

But I never wanted to

Know what it meant to be dumb

I know

The difference between up and down

And I know

Only trouble will follow you around 

I know

Which way is left and right

And I know

Where I’ll end up tonight

Lets Burn This Town Down

Lets Burn This Town Down

Maybe I can come and see you

Baby I don’t want to be here

I’ve had enough of this

I want to feel your warm kiss

Can I stand by your side?

Can I lay with you tonight?

It’s been so cold where I am

I want to feel warm again

Don’t you think about me?

Cause I wonder about you all the time

I wonder how you look right now

Makes me want to burn this town down

I could come in through your window

We could hide from everyone

Love hurts when you’re standing still

Loves a pain you can never heal

Lets burn this town down

The Beggar And I Swallow Your Pride

The Beggar And I Swallow Your Pride

The Beggar’s banging on your door again.

Just five dollars for a bottle of gin.

And I've been crawling in circles on the floor.

Knees scrape, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Pain is the after-thought of the day.

And the word just happens to be gray.

Like the color of the sky at this time.

You were only looking to unwind.

Then life kept up its liveliness.

Your love with loneliness is begging for a kiss.

Outside burst with rockets red glare.

An indefinable electricity in the air

Keeps you awake the rest of the night.

The Beggars timing is just not right.

Panic is torture for a calm soul.

Patience pushed and loosing control.

Frustration at anything is bound to appear.

Sense and reason are no longer near.

And I'm tugging on your shirt, saying out loud

Can you ever keep it up, feeling so proud?

Can you ever let go of everything around?

Is it to hard to imagine yourself breaking down?

The Beggar is about to break down the door.

And I've just about worn down the floor.

And you’re still hanging on with all your mind.

You’re looking for something big or just a sign

To remind you of the you that’s inside.

The one that’s in control, the one that doesn’t hide.

And as you look you feel it slipping.

And it’s bound to, despite your gripping.

Because the Beggar is inside now.

And we are making up a small crowd.

With his hands out and my knees down.

And your ears holding onto the sound

Of a time of nothingness and a place of no one.

Now your mind is in a race that can't be won.

And it’s time for you to just let it out.

Your control over yourself is something we laugh about.

The Beggar and I are so eager to see you break.

Him for his money and me for pains sake.

So let us see how you handle a new approach.

Life is not something you can coach.

Not something you can plan, something to mold.

Life is what happens when you’ve lost all control.

Honesty XI

Honesty Part XI

Look around and I see… Well, I guess I see life. Staring right back at my living face. And it’s a pretty strange thing to tell you the truth. Cause this is all you will really ever see when you look around. Even death brings life. And of course vice versa. And all these people, I just tell myself I don’t like them. And all this time that goes by, I just pretend soon it will all end. And this supposedly helps with everything. Or just hides my vulnerability. But I just can't get over life's futility. It takes over me. Haunts me. Puzzles me and disturbs me. I guess for the fact that I will never see. But does it really matter? Probably not. And I've just been so obsessed with all these lyrics. People that I idolize and happen to agree with most of the time. What does that make me? Smart? Part of them? Or maybe just easily influenced. Listening to the words in every sense. With out looking for a catch. Cause most things said aren’t exactly what they seem. Or maybe it’s just perception. What am I saying? Bullshit from the brain. Thoughts powerful enough to drive me insane. And at this point I seriously don’t know what I'm saying. Even repeating myself. That’s how thought happens I suppose. And I see people look at me too. Either in disgust or they see me as food. To chew me up and spit me out. And I'm still just sitting here watching. And I can faintly hear words from Dylan I've never heard before. And it almost hurts. Why can't everyone stop right now and listen. I count three with headphones and I'm almost positive what’s coming out of them isn’t half as important as anything Dylan has to say. But then again, I'm obsessed with lyrics, remember? So what do I know? I should just think of my own things to say that no one will really listen to in a coffee shop away from the heat. The heat of a day like today.

Honesty X

Honesty Part X

I'm seeing things that shouldn’t be there. I'm seeing things that I don’t really care for. I'm seeing people I don’t ever want to see again. Not that this is any different then any other part of my life. It’s gone on awhile. I always say just believe in yourself and you will be ok and get through anything. But then I hear Bowie say, “Don’t believe in yourself. Don’t deceive with belief.” And it makes perfect sense. And this is my life. Confused by a song lyric from a greater man then myself, or maybe just greater because I didn’t think of it first. Cause belief is truly deceit. And I've known this to be true for some time. About as long as I've known that their gods are bullshit. Fighting over who is right and wrong. It’s a battle a millennium long. And it will never end as long as people go on believing things they can't see. And that will most definitely never happen. Cause new people are born everyday. And with them they bring another brand new mind to be shaped and molded into whatever popular society wants it to be. Wants them to see. Wants them to believe. They’ll deceive. And pass it on and on. Until their last day. Because according to that greater man, “Knowledge comes with deaths release.” Amen to that. How strange it is to suddenly be contradicted into personal change. That is if I believe in what Bowie said which in itself is a contradiction.