Friday, October 12, 2007
random lyric lines:
"We would love to see you but if you cannot be here we understand.
Let me know if you plan to come in this direction.
I guess we are falling apart.
Just thought you might want to know."
"We would love to see you but if you cannot be here we understand.
Let me know if you plan to come in this direction.
I guess we are falling apart.
Just thought you might want to know."
Thursday, October 11, 2007
These are lyrics:
"I'm down and out in a Low Level Funk
Strugging with alcohol
Grey skies, no ties, no feeling of tomorrow
numb below the hope
Christmastime, leaves they fly
its 3 months too early for lists
coughing fits, slight mailaise
these 55 degree nights are getting stronger
I'm sad, and feel there's a lost connect
and I'm paranoid from the thought
of ugly pasts, lies, and urban traps
I'm glad those are far long behind me
The formula was not lost with regard
to me, I've learned it well,
I'm ninety- nine percent there
I'm ninety- nine percent there
ninety- nine perfect there.
"I'm only this far"
is now just a wasted memory
I've made it here, to last, I hope
and provide for me and my family
I try not to forget where I am
and how,
I got here... the prayers and work
Sometimes I feel so split off...
distant and trite,
it doesn't seem so real.
My window faces the eastern side
the water tower too
Sitting slow, the setting sun glows,
and casts a glow over the picture...
over the picture...
over the picture...
of You."
"I'm down and out in a Low Level Funk
Strugging with alcohol
Grey skies, no ties, no feeling of tomorrow
numb below the hope
Christmastime, leaves they fly
its 3 months too early for lists
coughing fits, slight mailaise
these 55 degree nights are getting stronger
I'm sad, and feel there's a lost connect
and I'm paranoid from the thought
of ugly pasts, lies, and urban traps
I'm glad those are far long behind me
The formula was not lost with regard
to me, I've learned it well,
I'm ninety- nine percent there
I'm ninety- nine percent there
ninety- nine perfect there.
"I'm only this far"
is now just a wasted memory
I've made it here, to last, I hope
and provide for me and my family
I try not to forget where I am
and how,
I got here... the prayers and work
Sometimes I feel so split off...
distant and trite,
it doesn't seem so real.
My window faces the eastern side
the water tower too
Sitting slow, the setting sun glows,
and casts a glow over the picture...
over the picture...
over the picture...
of You."