Thursday, May 28, 2009

barren is a boy's mind, of a body which it has been boldly exhausted. did you know there is trout fishing to be done in America?

Overall, I've got the blues
I've got to jazz away the news.
Finding ways to break me down
Drive the bitter to the ground.
Overall I'll be alive
I'll be alive
The day I die.
Fashioned out of heritage
I stand atop a lonely bridge.
Values built as firm as stone,
Still I fail to lose control.
I'll fish souls out,
Until I die,
I'll pass down a speck of life,
Before I travel into the starry sky.
So blues you've stuck,
And you seem so needy,
But I can't tend,
To your vocalized bleeding.
Good note, bad note,
Where to end?
Where nothing is serious,
except to those who respect their heritage.

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