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"HEART OF A MAN"
Even though rock cracks. And the heart of ordinary man easily cut, but an extraordinary man's mind hardly perverse. My heart is fixed
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Look up to the sky friends,
Can you see the coming end?
Red rock falling from the sky,
Hidden by flames, beautiful disguise.
Say your last prayer, beg for eternity;
The unlikelyhood no longer worries me.
The sinews of my soul have been messily dissected
By the unsteady, wavering hand of depression
Each tender nerve frays as it’s carelessly bisected
They all follow you
Like puppies
Quite frankly
I cannot see this
Infatuation
But so many
Judge on looks
We both know
How you turned out
You were famous
Crazing the crowds
They all follow you
Like puppies
Quite frankly
I cannot see this
Infatuation
But so many
Judge on looks
We both know
How you turned out
You were famous
Crazing the crowds
Sissy-fits pushed his rock
around the hallways.
He pushed his rock around his home
Sissy-fits pushed and pushed and pushed his rock.
His rock never felt at home. His rock always needed to be moved.
Calloused hands
Strings of Gold
In three bands
(or so I’m told)
Jet Black Studs
Turquoise Hair
Am I really the same person as I was a couple years ago?
This new person I see in the mirror tells me different
I wouldn’t say that I blossomed physically into change
A rock star
That's what they call you
The thick , oozing fame gushing
from your pores
You care for it
(Not at all)
Your true priority is blatant
Save the children
Save the art
Dear Undeniable Love,
She was a tainted young flower who lived in Buckhead
Pearls and diamonds hide her scars and fears
I am rock, alone in the sea,
cemented in sad are others like me;
We are not dead, nor alive,
From such captivity I can't contrive?
the Burning Trail
In the burning valley, under burning skies,
There lay a burning trail, burning old and frail.
The whistling wind, humid and hot,
Makes the twisting path even harder to climb.
Around age thirteen, freshman year is where life began for me
Rising up from my cocoon so that the world would take notice of my identity
I was quiet but passionate,
Reserved but determined
Pop, the leader of the age,
Confined in today's mainstream cage,
Who's designed to give what the masses want
While every station encourages her flaunt.
Rock, the rebel, born of rage,
theres alot of things that makes life hard
sometimes you just get them days
when i get them day i like to get lost
not in the woods
nor the mind
but actually the music that hits you inside
After a long day filled with sorrow
My body aches while I wish to sleep until tomorrow
And I search for anything to lift me from this low
Thunder and lightning threaten to strike
Rock means nothing anymore,
every artist a corperate whore.
The gig is fucking twenty quid,
policed by bullies in high viz.
Organisers think its grand,
snatching money from your hand.
On the Island deserted there are many rocks, I’m sure
But none of them is this one.
This one isn’t from the Island.
This one I already had.
You can't see the part of me I'm most proud of.
The part of me that got up and said, "I can do this."
The part of me that want's to be shown off to everyone.
This part of me is only seen a few times a year.
You reached for my hand to pull me up
To the very top so I could see
All the mountains and beautiful greenery.
I had never done a thing so dangerous.
As I looked out over the small mountain town,
The Wind leads through the woods
the forest is silent,
over the hills comes the glorious sun rise
Music spreads through the air
the heart is consumed with love
Life is like a 30 foot rock wall.
There are certain designated routes,
some easy, some hard.
There are big rocks and small rocks.
Rocks that look like popcorn,
and rocks that look like bananas
Music on everywhere I go, mostly hip hop and rock and roll
Music on when I go to sleep, even when I wake up when I hit the streets
From Eminem to ACDC, I listen to more music than the flat screen TV
Arise, arise Caesar said,
as he addressed his troubled nation.
You all agree that mighty Rome,
is in need of a new foundation.
For nor you or I can dignify,
the recent struggling peace,
The sweeping sounds cascade out of the stage
Bouncing around the room,
Mixing with the cushioned chairs
And the old-people smell.
The brass blasts out a baleful melody
I wish I was in my own head
Where I am standing now
On something where I have no dread
A rock that will not fall
That is tall
Encompasses all
As my feet continue to tread
So it's like this intoxicating rhythm, this passion beyond belief
That encompasses every fiber of existence in this room.
It feels like a heartbeat or like some thrashing exotic beast
How odd this is
To describe oneself in simple words
Or forget and stare at birds
A Positively Open Emotional Message
Will allow me to speak my mural
We’re quite alike in many ways
We cried just yesterday
They say
A small stream carved
The Grand Canyon
Maybe that's why
I'm so afraid
of water
Crumble
(you're tired)
Why have we given up on the little things?
Shooting stars that filled our hearts with magic.
Classic rock that filled our minds with madness.
Now we spend more cash to spend more time on our asses.
You’re on a rock.
You don’t know how you got there or maybe you do; regardless your there.
You might’ve faced a great tragedy you can’t accept, or just a great dilemma you can’t figure out a solution to.
