... It never turns off when I want it to. 3AM with the past staring me in the face and the future receding into the distance. Another sleepless night... And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now And all I can taste is this moment All I can breathe is your life Sooner or later, it's over I just don't want to miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
Sittin' here thinking 'bout back when Everybody I knew, was my best friend cocaine, running all round my brain It was you take Sally, and I'll take Sue and if you let me see your coke, I'll take Sally too cocaine, running all round my brain Uh-hu mama, ain't it strange How a mind can turn, and a life can change Cocaine, runnin' all round my brain There was damage to the body Damage to the soul Damage to the quality of the Rock n' Roll And the years spent stumbling around half knowing something that something was wrong And it don't help now, but you can look back and see how some of us damaged are creativity And there are good friends of mine that are dead and gone uhhuh, mmmhmmm, cocaine Now I ain't saying, it wasn't fun at the time Staying up for days on end, crazed out of my mind Waking up in strange places feeling like the army had marched across my tongue And look at me now, sharp as a tack Except for a few billion brain cells I wouldn't mind having back Now you take Nancy, and I'll take Ron No telling what kinds of drugs those two are on Inner city ghetto children, going down slow Ron and Nancy wanna tell them you can Just Say No Then they cancel the school lunch program, buy a few more tanks Uh huh, come here quick The hypocrisy, bout to make me sick Well ya finally get so tired, of walking around looking and feeling like shit You decide Today is the day is the day I quit Till a little later in the evening You start thinking about...Whatcha gonna do? But I wouldn't have been a user, even one more day If you could have shown me how I was helping turn a profit for the CIA Cocaine, runnin' all round my brain
KT Tunstall - A/K/A "The chick that sings that 'Black Horse' song". Apparently she does her own backing tracks. That's cool. Apparently she records and runs them LIVE while she's singing. That's FUCKING AWESOME. Also, she has an incredible voice. Just rambling... I'm done now. Go away.
Sometimes we find inspiration in the oddest music. Spoken words on the subject of war and warriors. Warrior - Steve Earle This is the best time of the day -- the dawn, the final cleansing breath unsullied yet by acrid fume or death’s cacophony the rank refuse of unchained ambition. And pray, deny me not but know me now, your faithful retainer stands resolute to serve his liege lord without recompense, perchance to fall and perish namelessly. No flag-draped bier or muffled drum to set the cadence for a final dress parade. But it was not always thus—remember? Once you worshipped me and named me a god in many tongues and made offering lest I exact too terrible a tribute . [ Interlude ] Take heed for I am weary, ancient and decrepit now and my time grows short: There are no honorable frays to join only mean death dealt out in dibs and dabs or horror unleashed from across oceans. Assail me not with noble policy for I care not at all for platitude and surrender such tedious detail to greater minds than mine and nimbler tongues singular in their purpose and resolve and presuming to speak for everyman . [ Interlude ] Oh, for another time, a distant field, and there a mortal warrior’s lonely grave; But duty charges me remain until the end: the last battle of the last war . Until that ‘morrow render unto me that which is mine my stipend well deserved -- The fairest flower of your progeny your sons, your daughters, your hopes and your dreams, the cruel consequence of your conceit