“And with the early dawnMoving right along
I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep
And in the aching night under satellites
I was not received
Built with stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure or is this a disease? ”
3 comments:
A very compelling poem. You are very good at this! really.
also, do you have anything to do with the pictures or are they just random food for thought?
Couldn't help but Notice - Audioslave - Show me how to live right?? Amazing song.. A sense of rugged freedom captivates you more so by the introductory speech of the radio person in the video(don't know if you have seen it).
Audioslave rokks! yeah i hav seen the vid.
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