Thursday, July 11, 2013

Searching for a shrine he's never found.... RIP sweetheart

not gonna be able to sleep for a few weeks with this shit echoing in my head. still wishing this was some terrible joke




He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars

And hes traded in tomorrow for today

runnin from his devils, Lord

and reachin for the stars

losin all he loved along the way



but if this world keeps right on turnin
for the better or the worse, all he ever gets is older and around
from the rockin of the cradle
to the rollin of the hearse
the going up was worth the coming down

he's a poet
he's a picker
he's a prophet
he's a pusher

he's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned

he's a walking contradiction
partly truth and partly fiction
takin every wrong direction on his lonely way back home




not sure ill ever be able to listen to this song without trying not to cry

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