Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain

I always say it never mattered.
Its the natural cycle of life
I always thought it wouldn't affect me.
Its what we all come to
I said I'd never fear it.
Its the only way
I still don't.
It happens to us all, sooner or later
I still don't.
Its just the way things are
But with the people you care about.
No way, but the highway
Its not the same thing anymore.
Down a way track
You don't think the same way when its about teh people you care for.

Redemption, I think

I'm thinking in terms of redemption.
Not revenge or vengence.


I'm thinking in terms of redepmtion.
Second chances, one more try.


I'm thinking in terms of redemption.
Another chance, to do the things we felt were right
but never did.
Either cause we were too afraid or because of some
twist of fate.
To right the wrongs we've done to others, upon others.


Redemption,
Trying not to screw up again, while you try to make things right.
Like reincarnation, just not as long a wait.
Attempting to earn your place back in god good books.

This is YOUR LIFE.

And you open the door and you step inside
Where inside our hearts
Now imagine that your pain is a white ball of healing light
That's right-your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light

I don't think so

This is your life
Good to the last drop
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar
This isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now
You can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
Its only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything
Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

This is your life
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And its ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless.

I say never let me be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.

This is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life
And its ending one minute at a time

You have to give up
You have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

Where is my mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?

I've been thinking and worrying.
More like worrying.
Where is my mind?

Thinking about all the times,
in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me,
Try this trick and spin it.
You'll have a collaspe...

Fight Club

"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes,
working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

We're the middle children of history man.
No purpose or place,
we have no great war, no great depression.
Our great war's a spiritual war,
our great depression is our lives.

We've all been raises on television ot believe
one day we'll all be millionaires, movie gods and rockstars.
But we won't and we're slowly learning that fact.
We're very VERY pissed off."

-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

By the Way

By the way I tried to say I'd be there...

This one is for all the people who couldn't check out my drafts.
But I think this is relevant to everyone.

When we take for granted what we have,
we make believe what we have is written in stone.
We make believe that we'll always have each other no matter what.
Then the Shit hits the fan and we stop caring.

I think I've come to learn, that what we have, may not see tomorrow.
I think I've come to understand that each moment spent, should be treasured.
I think I've come to know, that each day we're together is another day we've been blessed with.

This is just a shout out to the people I call my friends, to the ones I love.
Cheers. To the moments we've shared, happy and sad. To the memories that are yet to be.
Till we meet again. Adios Muchachos.