Saturday, September 10, 2005

Drive

I did alot of driving this weekend and listened to some of the music that fits with my outlook on life and my mindset. I thought I would post a few lines from the songs.

"How sublime a thing it is/to suffer and be strong."- Catharsis by Enchant

"Sometimes I lose sight/of where I'm going/Fanned by a flame/I can't remember/But distant lights/still burn bright/and the road goes on/forever."-Road Goes on Forever by Fates Warning

"Give up on misery/Turn your back on dissent/Leave that mistrust behind/Wash your hands of regret."-Scarred by Dream Theater

"No hero in your tragedy/No daring in your escape/No salutes for your surrender/Nothing noble in your fate/Christ, what have you done?"-The Pass by Rush

"There's no love in fear."-Pushit by Tool.

"My pain/is self-chosen/At least/I beleive it to be."-River of Deciet by Mad Season

"And my mirror shows another face/ Another place to hide it all."-Seasons by Chriss Cornell

"Forgive me if now I wear the face of worry/This time alone could never cause any doubt."-Thousand Mile Wish by Finger Eleven

These lines tear into me and awaken me.
~J

1 Comments:

Blogger Camera Wrangler said...

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE LYRICS

"Why You'd Want To Live Here"

I'm in los angeles today... it smells like an airport runway. jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random.

I'm in los angeles today... garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping even when the population's sleeping.

And i can't see why you'd want to live here.

I'm in los angeles today... asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said "it varies from season to season, kid."

It's where our best are on display... motion picture actors' houses maps are never ever current so save your film and $15.

And i can't see why you'd want to live here.
Billboards reach past the tallest buildings,
"we are not perfect but we sure try."
As UV rays "degradate" our youth with time.

The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the beast that is californ-i-a,
I drank from a faucet and i kept my receipts for when the weigh me on my way out (here nothing is free).
The greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the street until the gutters overflow and los angeles thinks, "i might explode someday soon."

It's a lovely summer's day and i can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos.
(is this the city of angeles or demons?)
Here the names are what remain... stars encapsulate the gold lame and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.

You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.

Why You'd Want to Live Here - Death Cab for Cutie

It's how I feel about being in SoCal.

9:37 PM  

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