"THING I WROTE"
I can't begin to believe.
there's at least 900 more tricks up my sleeve
to put off what I know can't be stopped
like the truth when it drops in your lap
like an unexpected visitor. Inquisitive minds can only come so close
And the distance can't be gapped by nothing more than hope.
Moving the way of the polar bear and I'm more than a little scared.
The dark doesn't know who's there and the earth doesn't care
how many travel with it as the orbit plows its share
Only inches in the scale and it pales to the enormity of what
goes on inside the minds of all those carried
along forward always towards but without a stated reason or location
Just because and its always been a thing to do and why else do we breathe?
Its impossible to see. Its unlikely that we'll know and its up to us to choose how long we go. Thats responsibility, duty to uphold the truth we're allowed by
whatever put it here. Tears can't matter and revenge doesn't mean
what it seems. life lives with or without your dreams.
What does it matter all the bullshit that I sing
What's the weight of time or a vision or a ring?
There's more than you think though you think that you know
Life lives in the ways that it never lets show
Seven reasons to survive, that's arbitrary. Monkeys kick a six pack
across the floor of their cage only knowing it was left there
staged by the food bringers. That's how it goes you live for what you know,
If its not time to sleep then its time to pace the floor.
Naked instinct lingers beneath the options that you flip with your fingers.
Still 50 50 either way covered by the illusion of limitless visions of
endless revisions of praying for futures with fewer divisions.
Compared to the past we've progressed but its always much less
than we could should or can fan the flames in our chests. And still either way
some imagine we're blessed and its all just a section of the grand, fated
masochistic test. Rest easy if you feel like you might pass out there's time to
repent in the last second with or without midnight mass or forget
that I ever said a thing you don't need to dress a wound if you never feel
the sting just continue with what life brings you push through to next week when
rent's due sleep comes the same to a fuck-up and a king
What does it matter all the bullshit that I sing
What's the weight of time or a vision or a ring?
There's more than you think though you think that you know
Life lives in the ways that it never lets show
Grow taller fear smaller don't stall or ignore calls from opportunity knocking on the
walls or they all say no doubt you'll regret when the pallbearers crawl to the plot to the last known
spot that's a bumper sticker hanging next to one about how people like to smoke pot.
Good advice for a start Hearts in the right place not knowing what else is contained in space might as well be as happy as is possible no incontrovertible evidence to suggest the opposite.
Faith is a question of desired result some find it the answer some find it an insult some write to illuminate pagans
laid claim to the dates that Christians now celebrate some read to prove that free will is innate.
Does it matter? Probably not. The only truth is that we all get one shot.
One to do what we feel like or feel what we would like or give what we could find and stop what some can't fight
Or scream into the mic what others might feel like but don't want to waste time to speak what some find trite.
Just one to define life learn and ignore fright not do what some might and look for your own light
Sit and relax nights tear out the word right see through another's sight wait for the next flight.
Love only one eye, sleep under one sky, know that you might die,fear that you won't try
Teach so you don't forget know that you might regret find that you have to let somebody else suggest
Maybe there's more than this Maybe life's just a mess Maybe our hope is strong Maybe its just a song
What does it matter all the bullshit that I sing
What's the weight of time or a vision or a ring?
There's more than you think though you think that you know
Life lives in the ways that it never lets show.
As always, feel free to let me know what you think or if you think it doesn't make a lick of sense.
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"Death is This Communion" by High on Fire from the album of the same name. I thought I'd put this one in to show that not all of the songs I think of as near-perfect are slow and/or old. High on Fire is amazing. They are the band that made me realize I like metal a lot more than I thought I did, but they aren't cheesy or overly-dramatic. Their live show is incredible...I've seen them three times and not gotten tired of it yet. There are probably quite a few tracks by this band (from Oakland no less) that could qualify, but I chose this one because it really highlights their lyrical style (H.P. Lovecraft meets Black Sabbath) and their ability to hook the listener with that crushing, sludge-paced riff over and over again...but the innovative drums and odd time signatures make it fresh each verse. Heavy and brilliant and recommended to everyone who wants a little loud in their play list.
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