If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain unchanged?
If I close my eyes forever, will it all remain the same?
Sometimes it's hard to hold on, so hard to hold on to my dreams
It isn't always what it seems when you're face to face with me
You're like a dagger, and stick me in the heart
And taste the blood from my blade
And when we sleep, would you shelter me in your warm and darkened grave?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Now this tender fascination
Is only meant to take you so far
I’ll remind you to remind
How else to never mind it at all
You move forward, I move backwards
And together we make nothing at all
Take my hand
In belief we trace our steps
Understand
No relief in silhouettes
Counting down to the end of the end game
The sands of time are running out
Take me down I don't wanna live
With an ordinary, ordinary sky
When we look back at it all as I know we will
You and me, wide eyed
I wonder...
Will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?
And I know we have to go
I realize we only get to stay so long
Always have to go back to real lives
Where we belong
Where we belong
Where we belong
When we think back to all this and I'm sure we will
Me and you, here and now
Will we forget the way it really is
Why it feels like this and how?
And we always have to go I realize
We always have to say goodbye
Always have to go back to real lives
But real lives are the reason why
We want to live another life
We want to feel another time
Another time...
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river, and it made me complete
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know
I was raging, it was late
In the world my demons cultivate
I felt the strangest emotion but it wasn't hate, for once
Yes I'm changing, yes I'm gone
Yes I'm older, yes I'm moving on
And if you don't think it's a crime you can come along, with me
Life is moving, can't you see
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
But baby, now there's nothing left that I can do so
So don't be blue
There is another future waiting there for you
I saw it different, I must admit
I caught a glimpse, I'm going after it
They say people never change, but that's bullshit, they do
Yes I'm changing, can't stop it now
And even if I wanted I wouldn't know how
Another version of myself I think I found, at last
And I can't always hide away
Curse indulgence and despise the fame
There's a world out there and it's calling my name
And it's calling yours, girl it's calling yours too
It's calling yours too, it's calling yours too, it's calling yours too
It's calling out for you
We should let it all go
It never stays the same
So why does it hurt me like this
When you say that I've changed?
When you say that I've aged?
Say I'm afraid...
And all the tears you cry
They're not tears for me
Regrets about your life
They're not regrets for me
It never turns out how you want
Why can't you see?
It all just slips away
It always slips away
Eventually...
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
CRAAAAAAAWWWWWLING IIIIIIIIIIIN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN
THESE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNDS THEY WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL NOT HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL
FEEEEEEEEEEEAR IS HOOOOOOOOOOOOOW I FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL
CONFUUUUUUUUUUSING WHAAAAAAAAAT IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL
I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in the house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waiting for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
I wake up with same spit in my mouth
I cannot tell if it is real or not
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
Outside open mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try and walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where
relevant to the theme of walking and "I cannot tell if its real or not" and the drugged people in the crowds:
Energy in my heart is of chemical foam
A street of taxies, worn tires, blood and flesh
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-movies
Mino Depression is nonsense, La Vie en Rose is on sale
They say you should know you are happier than you realize
Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed
The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires
Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener
Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples
You can not write the word 'ignorance'. The future is on sale
Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition
Now it is coming to you, giving off a stench and devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name
The roaring MC becomes a lethal dose for the public
On the street of cripples, selling diamonds and battered Tao
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
Rely on SSRI and say "hi-ho" in the coffee shop
Minor theory is flimflam, hedonism is on sale
It is non-repayable, it has reached the point of no return
Now it is coming to you giving off a stench, devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered
The parade of lunacy is coming, and it is in your name
White and grey, in a daze I will always need
Bleeding on, bleeding on I will always need
Dust and bones, cold as stone I will always love
Black and blue, black and blue
I will always love you
What if I said the riders had come,
We're stood downstream and we ain't got nowhere to run,
Hangnote...
We got the bad blood coursing in,
Over the rim we go hands to the ceiling,
We got the room come falling in,
Into the swim we go hands to the ceiling,
Black hearts, fuck em
Last night I was free
Outside in the field
Where we both fell in love
Then I knew it was real
You put me outside
I was singing a song
You looked to the window,
But I was already gone!
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden
You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees
Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train set
Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met
You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral
And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk
Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football
We're playing for our lives the referee gives us fuck all
I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines
Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds
Everybody's gone you picked me up for a long drive
We take the tourist route the nights are light until midnight
We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula
We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill
That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still
There's something in my eye a little midge so beguiling
Sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye
I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear
You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain
You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again
'The lovin is a mess what happened to all of the feeling'
I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling
And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever
So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart
Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters
I've read more than a hundred books
Seeing love mentioned many thousand times
But despite all the places I've looked
It's still no clearer
I'm still no nearer
The meaning of love
Noted down all my observations
Spent an evening watching television
Still I couldn't say with precision
Know it's a feeling and it comes from above
But what's the meaning
The meaning of love
(tell me)
From the notes that I've made so far
Love seems something like wanting a scar
Well I could be wrong
I'm just not sure you see
I've never been in love before
Next I asked several friends of mine
If they could spare a few minutes of their time
Their looks suggested that I've lost my mind
Tell me the answer
My Lord high above
Tell me the meaning
The meaning of love
"The heart’s in the back alley licking tin cans. Chasing cars.
Eating garbage. It’s feral. Yowling and yipping. Nipping
heels. Scratching an itch that just won’t go away. Roaming
at dusk. Chasing tail. Looks through windowpanes and only
sees itself. The heart’s on the prowl."
And now its my time
It's my time to dream
Dream of the sky
Make me believe that this place isn't plagued
By the poison in me
Help me decide if my fire will burn out
Before you can breathe
Breathe into me
I stand alone
They sat at the crossroads with high and with low,
Yet neither could alter their course.
Riches were offered unto them,
Yet indifferent and without remorse.
They rode on.
Yes, they rode on.
And each lonely vagrant that crossed their path,
Felt how his heart grew cold.
Yet be marvelled at their scarred faces,
So beautiful, distant and old.
In the night, I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul to a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
Oh, how could you be so heartless?
Hello girl it's been awhile
Guess you'll be glad to know
That I've learned how to laugh and smile
Getting over you was slow
They say old lovers can be good friends
But I never thought I'd really see you,
I'd really see you again
I go crazy
When I look in your eyes I still go crazy
No my heart just can't hide that old feelin' inside
Way deep down inside
Oh baby, you know when I look in your eyes I go crazy
You say he satisfies your mind
Tells you all of his dreams
I know how much that means to you
I realize that I was blind
Just when I thought I was over you
I see your face and it just ain't true
No it just ain't true
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Man down
This hardened shell is broken
My fate is bound to what I've done
Regrets – I shuffle down the hallway
Precious time – It's all gone overboard
Here is your calm down pill
I'll never be the same – It'll never be the same
With eyes open – My body's floating down the river
This live – What have I confined you for? It's all inside – It's all in silence
When the reaper gets his way
A Million thoughts are swept away
And then you leave it all
Leave it all behind
As I go through life in search of everything
I have wished my heart away
I have watched this all behind a fear of pain
No one knows this more than I...
I'm just thinking about us
I've been living in a dream about you
And now I know you were all I ever wanted on my mind
And if I never see
My own reality
Well, I'm okay to leave it all behind
I'll be gone for a time
Tuning out for a while
It's gonna look like I'm not all there
I've decided that today
Seems alright to piss away
Ignore my empty stare
When I come down
And look around
I can't believe
The fantasy is gone like a memory
Out of my reach
Fading out from me
You're fading out from me
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Watching you drown
I'll follow you down
And i am here right beside you
The lights in the sky
Are waving goodbye
I am staying right beside you
All great children
Build altars
I have no love
To give you
In the fire that rages between our sleep
I thought I saw you amid the ruins
And I can witness you have nothing left
I'll give you my heart through this biblical tome
I dream of being beside her
As I move through this water
Step over here you Devil
Her earth looks like
My dying skin
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo
There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies, from paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all
I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all, after all
Live til your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo
After all, after all
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
She already knows how this will end
The wounds of memory she tends
Ghost and strangers
She flees her own grief
Forever running
Haunted she sleeps
In shadows she lays all alone
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Take my hand; Follow me through tranquillity
Stay with me, you will see ardour where shadows grow
Feel my heart, relieve your hope of this fading love
Winter came far too soon, but still the flowers bloom
And winter came too soon, and will the flowers die;
Bow down their heads under the cold, cold sky?
In a world growing blind,
Who can expect me to see the pain that I caused?
It's the end for me and you
Somehow we always knew,
'Cause the guilt we had to hide
Was right here at our side
Heal my heart before it breaks,
Shade these austere lights...
Heal that wound that came to me...
Take me away from here
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to
I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think about how all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'll see another highway
I had a lover
I don't think I'd risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long
I stopped my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter tones to 10
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
Waking, falling, free of gravity
We just severed these umbilical wires
This is more than just affinity
We're moving further through an endless desire
I'm a soul taker
I'm a cruel witted mind
Metaphor for a missing moment
Pull me into your perfect circle
One womb
One shape
One resolve
Liberate this will
To release us all
Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue that's
Keeping me from killing you
And from pulling you down with me in here
I can almost hear you scream
Give me
One more medicated peaceful moment
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I dreamt I was a child holding a string into the sky
Climbing it 'til I finally reached the other side
A city of gold, a beautiful noise, a blanket of sound
Covering me, pulling the sky into the ground
I get carried away
Please warm the blood inside my veins
Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold
I'm the Mountain rising high it's the way that I survived
I'm the Mountain tell my tale the greatest story's now for sale
I'm the seaside I'm the waves I'm the one that makes you crave
I'm the valley I'm the hills look at me I'm standing still
I'm the Mountain I'm the plain tell me now am I insane
I'm the spirit I'm the source I'm the root I'm the doors
I'm the road long and hard running out of my heart
I'm the Mountain climb me up and we never gonna stop
This mind is tired of war
Of misery and pain
A spirit wasting away
Like rivers to the sea
A spirit wasting away
In this agony
Unable to breathe
Calm rivals fear
On this earth
Beneath
A spirit wasting away
In this misery
The weariness of days
A life turned relict
Nothing else remains
A spirit wasting away
These bones have been burned
And hatred shall not last
The tools of sorrow cast
Have become the past
A spirit wasting away
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and read to all
The details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
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