Row

And so merrily I row my boat
Out onto the sea
With no one to care for
And no one to care for me

No one to call to
No where to call home
The shorelines disappear from sight
Lost inside a dream

The waves come crashing over
The water fills my head
My brain begins to drain its thoughts
Because the dream is dead

I’ll pick up my paddle
And sling my bow
Then right the ship
And again I’ll row

To another world, another dream
Again to be lost in thought

Drowning out the main ideas
This world has got me caught

Promise me son

Promise me son,

Do not go where I have gone

Do not see what I have seen

For I am less of a man for it, and regret most of what I’ve done.

Promise me son,

Do not poison your mind with chemicals,

Do not burn up what I gave you to attract warmth,

For I have seen many men die because they could not stand the cold.

Promise me son,

Do not trash the earth in the ways that I have

Do not act unconsciously,

For my conscious does not forget now what I’ve done

Promise me son,

Do not hand your heart out

Do not put yourself in the hands of others

For your heart will be scabbed and torn with wounds

Instead,

Do not go where I have gone

Keep your heart near

And you will be a happy man,

With peace of mind.

Camping

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Originally uploaded by pissandsalt

Heres a holga picture I took a couple weeks back camping

1/3/09 3:04 AM

The clown's mask is coming off
Pushing off the dock at
3 in the morning

Roses in your eyes
Like a fired disguise
Makes the rain fall soft on my back
Ghosts pass by my face
Faced dark in this place
Going down the road
Going down the road

The clown's mask is coming off
As I sit and watch the sails
At 3 in the morning