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"He loves ya. He loved ya." You awake with the velvet smell of his leather jacket comforting you, covering you, in the back seat of the car. It wasn't over you when you fell asleep; at least, from what you remember. The cheap whiskey has left a sour taste in your mouth and a numbing gap in your memory. You nestle deeper into the old, musty seat as the first beams of the sun filter their way onto your eyelids. You can see every piece of dust, highlighted, picked out in minute focus, as they perform their slow, meandering dance in front of you. You shut your eyes against the sun and, without looking, reach out from under his jacket to slightly

What's a man to do? Aye, I know you're there, you spirits in the shadows, you half truths and illusions, Setting a mind apart from the willing truth. Escape from the madhouse A single step outside the set boundaries And into the mud and filth A man can only talk to the Sparse leaves in the trees, in the vague, parting hope they hear him Before burning his fingers on the box. And walking back to the security of the light. A man has nothing to do Except write until his wrists harm him And his jaw numbs his tongue A man is a Man With nothing except time.

O, but to close your eyes to see the world, to void a sense so sharp it is dulled. Allow the world to disappear and request the Earth to reveal it's heart. O, simply shut the eyes of the world; and enforce their new Vision- Those spotted people, between here and there- and hear their praises as they hear the Earth. O, to remove the sight, so readily found; to remove the flesh, the hair, and the form, and find the keen bite of the wind a hallucination of open flow and smiles. To be forced to listen, to taste, to feel, Without preconception and infinite designs. O, to be without the banality of sight, The darkness of images; And

I'm trying to be a better person You know I never did what was right But it's just my way, I'm learning everyday Trying to bring my soul to life I've found myself at the bottom of the bottle But I still have a half full glass I'm a hard one to tame, but if I keep it the same Then maybe I can make this one last Trees in the wind, tumble and sway And we strays never change Every time the rain comes down we look to fade away Into the dark and towards another place And in the dark, we always lose our faith Now I can feel this train slowing I feel it's the end of the line The bull he's getting close, another broken home I know I'm

I'm waking up in 1930 I'm breaking John Dillinger out of jail I'm stepping up, pushing out your boundaries You say I'm fake, but honey I've never been more real Can you hear that sound man? That's the sound of children in the street I'm saying can you hear them man? They don't understand a word that you preach Don't tell them the truth It's never been clearer Just a damned youth Of a broken era I'm setting out on my final journey My papers signed, it's all set in stone State of Amendment and I'm the defendant I always promised myself I'd die alone Can you see that view now? That's the sight of hopeful leaving Don't you under

If I had the money I'd buy you a drink And just for a moment sit back, relax Remember all of my sins And if I had the talent I'd write you a song And this time not just the words But the guitar to go along And if I owned a car I'd take you for a drive We could head off up to Holiday Hill and See the city lights And if I had a room you could stay the night Put one of my old records on and Just survive Maybe it's this Gaspatch, and maybe it's just the fates Throwing us together, watch the tail-lights, hit the brakes Because this I don't want to waste I don't want to go too fast Because honey I think you and I could last If I ha

Honey, I can't come home right now 'Cause I'm spending the rest of this night out on the town And I'm listenin' to the sound Of the bands I used to listen to In high school So baby, hang up the phone Because tonight I'm not plannin' on coming home And I'm sorry that you're alone But these bones are turning to The melancholy few And some of them were great And some of them were shit But I didn't care It was about the music And as soon as I heard That opening riff It tore through my heart And forced out my breath So all the fires That used to burn Are setting alight While thes hurricane turns I'm breaking open The sounds

Talk to me Johnny Sing me a song Buy me a beer We'll go it alone Fighting for glass Am I just going home Motorcycle vibes On the back of my soul Livin' our life on the side of the road Livin' for a ride without quota or quote Tell me my Johnny who's side are you on? Stop flicking dimes, Johnny, And just run. She said "Talk to me Johnny" I said "Girl, what you want?" "Buy me a beer," she said, "Sing me a song" I said "Girl, why you hiding now? We all know That Johnny never rides alone." So stop fighting, honey, yeah stop fighting We'll keep driving, honey, we'll keep driving We got all night, honey, yeah all night We can

Mum says she'd like to know where I'm coming from But it's way too late, I'm almost gone I tell her I'm leaving When she can't even see me From the hall I guess I won't call her no more She never asked about my day at school So I never told her how I detested those halls The kids used to hate me The teachers couldn't save me From their work I was blamed for all my ripped shirts She never understood why I hated her home Me and her boyfriend, we didn't get along He always tried to hit me He rarely ever missed me I was so scared Why didn't I fight back instead? God knows why this took me so damn long I need to make a run, and

Life is to listen to music no-one's ever heard of Life is to scrawl lyrics and slogans on your walls. Life is to run home in the dark Life is to hurl abuse at cops and enjoy the chase Life is to see the girl on the bus and remember why you get up in the morning Life is to fight against how you were brought up Life is to made simple Life is to see how much you can get away with Life is to always push the boundaries you have lived to Life is to get into a fight and enjoy it Life is to be happy when the idiots laugh at what you wear because it isn't Jack Wills Life is to stand for something Life is to lie in the middle of the road a