I love madness,
But only as an art form…
It’s so intriguing.
The Tom Waits.
The Becks.
Weirdo vibes..
Like everything else…
(it’s something that’s IN you)
Yup..
“it is not always evil,and it is not always wrong”- Billy Joel,the stranger.
Great fucking lyrics man, after life became a camera in your grill…
What’s in your wallet?
Fuck your wallet, what’s In your diary??
You got monsters in there?
You got struggle?
You got love?
Precious animals?
(better yet….)
Ah…
Yes…
You got a trumpet blowing from heaven?
You gotta battleground,just getting warmed up?
Hmmm…
Wings babe π
They cut through the sky and they glide ,glide,glide…
(take you out with a flick of the wrist)
Hmmm .
You got “fight”?
(secret fight) πΎ
You versus the world, darling..
..mm..mm.. whistle whistle, hum hum..
(nothing hurts…)
Nah .. thinking about it wrong… You’re always thinking about it wrong…
“nothing gets through”
Nothing.
There is stone.
Great Walls, enforced by steel.. hard enamel,,,tough bark….
(they’ll never kill you)
Shit man π
They can just barely irritate me πππ
I’ve been around a while π
Who’s alive?
(alive like opera, alive like all the feelings that ever were..)
Forever βΎοΈ