i'm trying to write a song that's kind of about the
death of a friends father.
just can't make sense of it all
autmn leaves fall and last
winter takes the small
size of distance, it persistance it's fault
just can't halt movement,
its gestalt value soothing
old bolt in new thread,
tread the cold dirt with a clear head
air heaves this old chest
curse is reverse blessed
stuck in stasis solo invective
high places all perspectives
far off lights of passing cars
tilt my head back for the stars
human race conserves riot might
and placated we deserve this quiet light-+-
any opinions? nice ones, punks...
me and my sis at my old sydney house
at work on noo creations (thats a hat i made too, p.s.)
the band at peats
...later that day, jams were kicked out