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Literature fr sure! That is what draws me in. I'm sure some of it is just BS but for the most part not so. I hear some wonderfull line and it sticks with me cause i find meaning in it at the time. THen I have to listen over and over and i get all excited waiting for that line that i wanna hear. I like Lee and Thurston's the most.
I NEED THREE YEARS TO CLEAR THESE THOUGHTS
I'D LIKE TO SAY I KNEW ONE TRUE THING
IT FEELS LIKE YEARS AND ALL I'VE DONE IS FOUGHT
AND NOT TURNED UP ANYTHING
LET THE BLACK DAY GLOW AND ROLL OVER THE BED
I'M WAITING HERE FOR SOME REALITY CREASE
THERE'S ONE BIG DEAD END IN MY HEAD
AND NOT A MINUTE OF PEACE
HEY I KNOW IT’S KINDA HARD
AND MAYBE THIS TIME IT WILL NEVER END
HIT AND RUN LOVER BACK IN YR HEART
ANSWERED PRAYERS YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE SENT
HURRY UP THE STAGE AWAITS YOU
DON’T FORGET MEMORIZE YR LINES
MISSED YR MARK NOW WE MEDICATE YOU
OUT OF STEP JUST CANT FIND THE TIME
A DOOR SAGS OPEN AND A MAN COVERED IN HIS OWN BLOOD
DROPS THE THREE FEET OR SO THO THE PAVEMENT.
THE CAR STILL RATTLING AND SHAKING AS IF WITH A LIFE ALL ITS OWN,
UNWILLING TO DIE. THE MAN -- 40ISH, ALSO AFTER A TIME,
AN AGONIZINGLY PAINFUL UNFATHOMABLE PERIOD OF TIME,
TIME OF BEYOND TERROR TO THE DREAM OF REALITY --
IS ALSO UNWILLING TO DIE. HE REALIZES THIS AT LAST.
SUDDENLY ALL IS QUITE QUIET THERE IN THE SUNLIGHT, ON THE HIGHWAY.
BUT WHAT? WHAT CAN I DO? I CANNOT MOVE. EVERYTHING IS ABOUT BROKEN.
BLOOD EVERYWHERE MISING WITH THE OIL AND GAS (THAT OTHER BLOOD).
WHAT'S MOVING? MUST TURN MY HEAD. PAIN. UNBELIEVABLE BROKEN PAIN.
WHITE LIGHT. BLINDED. HUH SOME GUY THERE KNEELING IN THE
BLINDING MIRAGE OF WHITE LIGHT, ALL MY STRENGTH TO
AND IT'S OUT
AND IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT
BUT A LIFE, THAT YOU KNOW
WILL KEEP YOU BOUND IN
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