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a journal entry from years ago....post 9/11, dealing with Americans putting flags over every article they owned, calling for Osama's head....standing back and pondering over a world identity...and not having a clue as what the hell was going on! ....I was also a bitter single person having problems in the dating scene... debating on needing anyone but myself......so call it a political/personal comfort piece.....fortunately I have found love......but I still don't know what the hell is going on with this world.......crazy........drama makes the world go round I guess............
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I was born on this soil, called the united states of america............there's flying fingers up the asses of unruly neighbors whose response goes silent
dream up a plan, off the course of reality....fuck against the grain, go and feel the pain
there's silent screaming recorded on a tape and forwared to a man on the other side of the world. It's gotta be translated.
there's millions of people who think like you silently screaming themselves out of their skin, their saying stop the train, go and fuck your brain, go and act insane jiggle the trees and fly away up and beyond the stagnant fields of grain....
vomit and eject your ills, slap and screw your foes and just scream and tack down your dreams
Anger to Love then fly above.......
I'm saying hello, can you hear me?
Scream, Scream.................forget you..me no do for you anymore, forget me, me forget you.
dream up a plan, off the course of reality....fuck against the grain, go and feel the pain
there's silent screaming recorded on a tape and forwared to a man on the other side of the world. It's gotta be translated.
there's millions of people who think like you silently screaming themselves out of their skin, their saying stop the train, go and fuck your brain, go and act insane jiggle the trees and fly away up and beyond the stagnant fields of grain....
vomit and eject your ills, slap and screw your foes and just scream and tack down your dreams
Anger to Love then fly above.......
I'm saying hello, can you hear me?
Scream, Scream.................forget you..me no do for you anymore, forget me, me forget you.
paddler
Thats me,just now.This totally summed up how I felt last week when I got thrown out of a nightclub for starting a drunken striptease on the dancefloor.I do some crazy shit sometimes..Haven't been locked up yet though.Well...a women would have got away with it.Brilliant song - kind of hits the nail on the head,really - it is a strange buisness this thing of putting your ideas onto the internet.Kinda leaves you vulnerable in some ways unless like me you develop a hard skin (well apart from when I'm crawling across the floor crying).Thanks Mr T - gets a 10 from me.