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*Thank you music Thank you words Without you this poor boy would Be of no worth. Thank you warm blood, thank you flow. I am right where I need to go.* Without music, i would be absolutely useless. I would be that question hanging at the ends of nooses Food would taste bitter time would be ruthless I would be toothless covered in bruises music is my wife, and my mistress, and my muses music sweet mercy, i cannot refuse music is my village and the privelage i abuse music is in my blood and is something i can never lose (thank you music) my courage, my strength my heart beat, my clock the length of my life Songtextethe length of my walk the silence of dreams the language i talk my passion, possesion my leader, my flock my every decision my truest companion music is magic turning mountains into canyons angelic abandon and holy communion creation, elation death and destruction (thank you music) my ill, my cure my color, my nation my will, what is pure my mother, my patience my savior, my soul my determination what makes me whole all of creation the flow of my blood the ground underfoot a furious foot reflection of soot an old camels back where everythin is put and all that i see when my eyes are shut intimacy, and taught tangled treason the sun, and the moon, the changing of the seasons my name and my mission the moment I arrive music is the reason, I am still alive. ** If i were mute and i could not write im not quite sure i would survive on meer sound and site i think i might go crazy if this were my plight to write is a privilage not what I am due. Poetry Pillages palpable paradimes property pedalling pigeons and palaces poppers and preachers, push papers and palpatate postumous passion perserveres and perpetuates words make herds of men and kindling of your kin words are now and then like shooting stars and breathing in words will take you there again and grow gardens in your grin, HA please pass the pen so i can scribble sins on my skin paragraphs, sentences punctuation parabells plural posabilities paralizing principles penetration portraits poorly painted with pistols present, past, poets, prophets pissing on pedastools without words, I would be wasted I am the moon soldier defender of night I am scattered stars and the truth intoxicated I am liberated, riding towards the light. ** Aus Songtexte Mania