A recurring dream
Me trying to get home
Lost........
In a state of confusion
Like being trapped in a maze
Never finding "home"
Maybe its because I haven't found home
Yet..
What I've experienced has never been much of a home
No understanding
No empathy
You sit back as so called loved ones
Break your spirit
Tear it up into incalcuable little pieces
And you're still searching for all the pieces
To put yourself back together
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The Question Of U
The way he plays that guitar, its like he's playing notes that have never been played before, like he made them up. Its as if this song comes from some other planet. With that guitar, he makes you want to cry, & takes you someplace else.
At one point, it sounds like the guitar is crying.
Its a shame this song, along with the almost as otherworldly Joy In Repetition are on the soundtrack to a movie we're not supposed to like, because of that a lot of people probably have never heard it.
I'll take both of those over Kiss anyday!
At one point, it sounds like the guitar is crying.
Its a shame this song, along with the almost as otherworldly Joy In Repetition are on the soundtrack to a movie we're not supposed to like, because of that a lot of people probably have never heard it.
I'll take both of those over Kiss anyday!
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