Pushing the Salmanilla Envelope

[shankie]

In his gratitude for the couch in the livingroom I let him pass out on, and the ride I'll be giving him later, Jimmy is cooking me sausage. Mmmm spicy.

Randomly, I'm listening to Jimmie's Chicken Shack while writing most of Chronology, which is best described as angry hippy music.


Blood

Just how far is too far away
Will you share your blood with me
I'll share mine with you after all the warning
Know that i'm not better still
I'm begging still let's risk it here we go

Its in my blood

Just how far is far away
Will you bare your blood with me?
Prepare mine with you after all the worry
Know that i'm not better still
I bed to kill lets risk it here we go

Its in my blood

We'll not forget the way time hesitites
I will not forget the fear of sore eyes
Will not forget the way time
Hesitates to kill my friends, its simple reality

Hole

Been fourteen years since the day
I started my descent into myself
I get wasted know i'm better than this
Know i'm bitter
Been walking blind
Still i hold my head up high
Head talking backwards
Just know i'm better than this
Know i'm better

I did pull myself up from the hole i dig
I did pull myself up from this

This Is Not Hell

If this is hell well thats fine with me
All the wonder persumable happily
Eager to follow the fool that's got into
The head of me we don't have any doubt
We're out there making friends
Unconciously rolling through
Meanings from pollings
The answers are meaner sometimes
Than the means to our ends

30 Days

If i don't kid myself today
If i don't care about a thing
Would i be light enough to fly
And if i just rid myself
The weight of memories and doubts
Would i be light enough to fly

If the world was flat would you jump off
I think i'd float down like a feather
She lights the stars in the sky
You know, angels can see them clear
Through foul weather

And when the race ends
Will we all fall down
Safe and sound

If we lost our way
Would we trade it now
For the way we found
The ground
And how

30 days
Without the sun
30 days
Just a little scared of what might become
And we're home when we're together
Home when we're together
We are home when we're together
30 days

Pure

If i saw myself today
With a different set of eyes
If i sold myself to you
Would it be wise
When you've paved out all the lies
Finalize the words that you say

Like i'm not breathing
Whole
If i'm falling
In

I'm just stumbling through my life
By myself

And i sometimes realize
That we have nothing left to save
Still i've never felt this high
And through fortune lights your way
It will never be pure

Promises
Promises
Promises
You and your promises

All i ever really need is you
All i ever really needed was pure in you
In you i'm pure

Mmhmm.

I'm kinda an angry hippy sometimes. But mostly I'm way too relaxed to get all excited about things I can't change, which is what that scene is really all about.

Now I kinda want to write an essay on Bruce & Wally. I blame reading song lyrics. And the two of them bouncing around inside my head like jumping beans right now.