Stepping Stones

I remember
The hiding place
That we once shared
It’s a passage
Full of stepping stones
From where I stay
To where I lay

But weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
And your last letter read “I’m feeling strange”

We grew up, now
My old friend
And we came around
It’s like thunder
In the afternoon
When you beg for rain
Then you get your way

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I feel alone somedays
But your last letter read “she feels like home”
If she feels like home
Then we’re happy

Just don’t forget
who you once were
and that destinations
Start somewhere

Cause weather changes ways
In our imagination things can change
I need a brand new world
The one outside makes me feel insane

Heading West

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heading west

She was born late december
He was born late last afternoon
I wonder how they went on through
Without anyone noticing. You
Never know just how it happens
Never know just how to fit in sense
Only took what they had coming
Ooh, Ooh

Heading west

When I was a little greener
A little more than I am now
Thought I was a western hero
Caught inside another time
But war swept past my garden
While I was hiding in the shed
Only take what you have coming
Ooh, Ooh

Heading west

Together and alone
Together and alone
Together and alone

Heading west

Train Lines

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It's been said...

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It's been said 1.0

It’s been said
“The end was here before
It’s better just to fold”
You see the problem?
I heard
It’s not worth fighting for
It’s never worth the fall
I agree

Maybe it’s me
But planted puzzles in your bed
All about books you’ve never read
They never pardon

It comes through gallops in your head
The feelings echo till you’re dead
Then they don’t matter

And I can’t
Act like I should care
About politics and air
When they are there

Maybe it’s me
But from the height of my treehome
You all look clueless, all alone
And never free

It may sound beautifull to see
All the things your garden springs
But not for me

Perhaps all I need to see is the sunrise
All I need to hear is the cry

Don’t they all look like they know (what they talk about) x3

Back

From the midst of pornography

Fellow Rock III

Just because you’re there
doesn't mean you’re in the right place
Fellow rock stands still
in it's far away location.
Not to be away,
rather wants to stay

Fellow rock rolled down
not so long ago;
Found a place,
thought it belong.

But no more...
Nothing seems to go,
until it's pushed along.

"Changing things is right."
Whispers the highway sign

Fellow rock awaits

.... BB King gave me a guitar and went back to Chi-town

I`m always chasing dragons
With a sword that`s made of tin
So I know in my soul
There`s no way I can win
I tried, oh I tried
But there`s no place, no place to go
There`s no one here who knows me
And no one here I know
I`m a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made

the pandemonium blues

Well I went down, to Mississippi
And I went down, in a combi
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I went up, to get higher study (or `high or study` depending on context)
I went up, met all kinds of shares
Now I lay... down again
I lay... down again

I sure see
I'm not there, it doesn't mean a thing
And I'm still sorry

Earthquakes and crisis
And no-one's looking out for us
I got the pandemonium blues