Don't know if I want you to understand me.
Or go.
I confess this heavy heart has me on my knees
'Cause it feels like static when you're here.
Static when you're gone
Static everywhere
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Guaranteed
by Eddie Vedder
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
by Eddie Vedder
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
Albert Camus
2 comments:
Port holes in the instrument room?
n-i-c-e :)
Ohh.. Am having a mad discussion about that creature picture in your Wagamama (?) post with the person sitting next to me. Is that a bandicoot or a hedgehog? :D
Oohh yeah, that's how I know when I need to sprint up to the helideck and soak up a gorgeous sunset :)
Hmm.. never realised the Trident instrument room didn't have any of them portholes..
And it's a possum :)
(And I'm writing a big fatty to you this very moment...)
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