So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
The Man has a branch office in each of our brains, his corporate emblem is a white albatross, each local rep has a cover known as the Ego, and their mission in this world is Bad Shit.
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Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss?
~Cat Stevens
That is why I'm singing
~it is shining it is shining~
~it is shining it is shining~
~it is shining it is shining~
Going to Town - Afghan Whigs
~it is shining it is shining~
~it is shining it is shining~
Mama, I'm Coming Home--OZZY!!!!!!
~it is shining it is shining~
~it is shining it is shining~
And She Was--The Talking Heads
~it is shining it is shining~
EV: Honolulu-4/21 & 4/22/07 [Kokua]. Detroit-6/26/11.