The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist
I couldn’t co-exist with the cold and suspicious
When the last remaining light was starting to filter,
It seemed the perfect time to step into the future.
Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
Your mouth’s a smoking gun
And you smile while you’re twisting the knife in my stomach,
‘Til everything is gone.
Take all you can from me
I’ve got weak constitution
I’m led so easily, so easily.
I left it all behind in the dead of last winter
I left it all behind, but the question still lingers
So long forgotten friends. No you don’t know the difference,
Between love and submission, and I’m not that obedient.
Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
Your mouth’s a smoking gun
And you smile while you’re twisting the knife in my stomach,
‘Til everything is gone.
Take all you can from me
I’ve got weak constitution
I’m led so easily, so easily.
And she’s trying to sleep it off with her head on my shoulder
And I’m trying to keep it out of my thoughts when I hold her
And she’s trying to sleep it off with her head on my shoulder (take all you can from me)
And I’m trying to keep it out of my thoughts when I hold her (I’m led so easily)
Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest
Your mouth’s a smoking gun
And you smile while you’re twisting the knife in my stomach
‘Til everything is gone.
Take all you can from me
I’ve got weak constitution
I’m led so easily, so easily.
Observations, Perceptions, Perspective
All silently pass by
with the chill of the Dead close behind…
Smile maybe? Something?
So much blue its got me down
and dark and lonely and needing again.
Please, Come. Pass my way.
I need to feel it,
Absorb it
Smother it within
breathe as me
Before you so suddenly pass
And then I year as I die inside
Dying as the memories fade…
With eyes closed I see you again
Feel loved again
As suddenly as this is forgotten…
Brian Hunt
what in the fuck is REALLY going on? well,it’s Thursday, but not just any particular Thursday, it’s thanksgiving. Neat. Whatever. So, I’m back in California, hanging with my brother, and getting things back together after the whole death of my father thing. Pretty traumatic, and if I were a betting man (which I totally am), my money is on I haven’t quiet fully wrapped my head around him being gone. But, I’m picking myself up, and I’m beginning that climb up from where I’ve been. It’s been horrible. NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING could have prepared me for his passing… Enough of that. I’m better.
So I totally love the state of California. It’s like a magnet for my soul. And, my brother Paule is here. Good time. Good times indeed.
Days and nights and days and nights all blur into one long drawn out tiring moment in time. Neverending, yet the few moments that I so long to feel and experience seem to escape like sand through my clutching hands, and I’m left with more of this. This nightmare, this torture that is everything I long to choke the life from that fills my entire soul. I hate this. I hate me, and I hate every day since he’s died. I am dead; inside. And with every second that passes I grow closer to giving up, giving in, gaining strength and courage to make this all end. Soon. Soon this too will be a long lost memory, like so many others, and barely a footnote in time. Soon forgotten. Soon, this will all be forgotten…
Got a prison
hair cut on a big round head
Was it something I did
Was it something I said
I can’t win so just tell me how to feel
If I fake my way through baby what the big deal
Get it on
I’m here to show you what’s right with me because you’ve
got it all wrong
I’m automatic in my room
Can’t put one over on you
I’m not fooling anyone and
I know I go on and on and on
Just for show
Now it comes down to me
I’m the rough where’s the jewel
I’m just glad for the day Buddy made glasses cool
Doublewide cheekbones slice up your face so don’t lead with
the chin just to be safe
Get it on
You had me figured out days age but you got me all wrong
So take it on faith
Take it to heart
Don’t turn away
I’m going to make a new start
You say your a loser but that my line
I go on and on and on just for show
Shake it out, shake it out
God, I need another, and another, and another, and another
I could feel it now.
I felt the Lord in my father’s house.
Well, I could see, I could see
standing we were seventeen make it clean
Are you the living ghost of what i need?
Are you going to get the best of me?
We will see.
Cause I’m done being done with a funeral, at least for now.
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
Shake it out, shake it out.
Tired of another and another
Wasn’t really what I wanted so we bled it out,
over the floor of my neighbors house.
I could see I could see
God I’ve never seen a thing, so complete
I am the living ghost of what you need
I am everything eternally, god just speak.
Cause I’m done being done with a funeral, at least for now
Are you tired of being alone, are you tired of being alone?
Speak to me.
Oh God, you gotta shake it out, shake it out!
you gotta take it out, take it down!
I’ve got to come around, I need it now more then I ever have.
Oh God you gotta shake it out, shake it out!
you gotta break it down, break it out!
You’ve got to come around, I feel it now more then I ever have.
I felt the Lord begin
to peel off all my skin.
And I felt the weight within
reveal the bigger mess
that you can’t fix.
I swear, I swear I’ll go
Lead me into my home
Don’t stop don’t ever go
I swear you’ll never know
you’ll never know
Oh God you gotta shake it out, shake it out!
You gotta break it down, break it out!
