when you’re young it’s an exciting challenge to do as many drugs as you can and still lead a functioning life. Then you’re old and it’s a struggle to stay sober every morning.

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fangorious-rebecca replied to your post: Thang

Nice photo ;)

hah i just found it on my computer, is that your lipstick??

I know better now

When I was a young boy
I used to pray for death
Thank god no one was listening
How my mother would have wept

When I was a young man
I used to pray for love
Since that year, I broke so many hearts
My head is filling up with blood

When I got a woman
With sweet loving ways
I took her to the station
Watched her getting on a train

When I met the devil
He said son ain’t you scared
I said no man, no
I dated your daughter for three damn years

That’s alright
I’ll get by somehow
I used to be so nice
But I know better now

Chill

Dying Soldiers cry for mother
So I cry out for you
Why do I love the violet woman?
When all she sings is blue

In the amber of the moment
I rip my mind away
These blues are nice to visit
But such a poor place to stay

She’s dancing with my angels
In a riverside cafe
While I chase the ecstasy of silence
In a million weeping veins

Drawn inside a host of dreams
I tear myself apart
Sheltering remains of hope
I clutch a lonely heart 

Thang

It creeps back in
Eyes blue and black
Two steps forward
One step back

You never meant a thing
You never meant a thing to me

And I don’t need you
By my side
Like a hummer in Baghdad
I’m getting mine

You never meant a thing
You never meant a thing to me

Can’t see the way back
Nowhere to go
There’s nothing so black
As my wicked soul

You never meant a thing
You never meant a thing to me

Midnight Hour

Nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Speaking of bad luck and trouble
You know i’ve had my share

Everyday, everyday I have the blues
Everyday, ain’t got nothing but the blues
Speaking of bad luck and trouble
You know I had to lose

I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
Here she comes again, here she comes again
In the midnight hour, you’re going to
Bring it all home to me,
Satisfaction guaranteed

My halo flickers overhead, these sins I can’t afford
My halo flickers overhead, these sins I cannot afford
But I’ve died a thousand deaths
I fear not one more

Lost my way, and I’m losing my mind
Lost my way, and I’m losing my mind
The devil always wants to dance, the angel’s bone dry

I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
In the midnight hour, you’re going to
Bring it all home to me,
Satisfaction guaranteed

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Accepting Apologies I Never Got

Pale as an angel I float out over my own skin
Dragged across the floor, the vanishing begins
I drown my thoughts in songs louder than my sins
I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned to swim
I was born a leper, crawling side by side with death
Let it bleed together, take me till there’s nothing left
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Storm Obsessions

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The storm that would threaten me, passed me by
Though my eyes can see, my heart is blind
Have mercy on me, lost my mind
Performing autopsies, on my past lives

The desert took her from me, before my eyes
The girl she used to be, I watched her die
Such pale therapy, trapped inside
My soul is weary, my heart is blind

Trust is like fitness. Easier to maintain than to recover.

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makes me happy to listen to. Today was a good day. 

gabrielle-gantz:

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.” —Michelangelo
“All art is autobiographical.” —Federico Fellini
“Art is not a thing; it is a way.” —Elbert Hubbard
“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.” —Twyla Tharp
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” —Scott Adams
“Every good painter paints what he is.” —Jackson Pollock
“Great art picks up where nature ends.” —Marc Chagall
“I don’t want to be interesting. I want to be good.” —Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
“Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do.” —Edgar Degas
“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.” —Dorothea Lange
“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.” —Pablo Picasso
“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.” —Ansel Adams
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” —Henry David Thoreau
“Treat a work of art like a prince. Let it speak to you first.” —Arthur Schopenhauer
“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.” —John Berger

gabrielle-gantz:

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.” —Michelangelo

“All art is autobiographical.” —Federico Fellini

“Art is not a thing; it is a way.” —Elbert Hubbard

“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.” —Twyla Tharp

“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.”
—Scott Adams

“Every good painter paints what he is.” —Jackson Pollock

“Great art picks up where nature ends.” —Marc Chagall

“I don’t want to be interesting. I want to be good.” —Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

“Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do.”
—Edgar Degas

“Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.”
—Dorothea Lange

“Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.” —Pablo Picasso

“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.” —Ansel Adams

“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” —Henry David Thoreau

“Treat a work of art like a prince. Let it speak to you first.” —Arthur Schopenhauer

“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.” —John Berger

A Halo in Hell

Turn your face towards the sun
And darkness falls behind you
I’ve never had this take so long
My heart strings fray to find you
My halo flickers overhead
These sins I can’t afford
But I have died a thousand deaths
And I fear not one more

 - Blue Pill
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I write a song everyday. Today was this. 

To love the beautiful is ordinary
To love the ordinary is beautiful

Interlude in Em

She’s creeping in
So cruel, to be so torn apart
To turn so blue,
We’re crawling up so high,
So high

When you live in the dark 
So long, it starts to love you back
My idols are dead
And my enemies were right,
So right