Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Still Wishin' to Course



Who listens to the things that come into their heads these days?
I mean who really listens? Traffic, cellular traffic, advertisements, half-speak, inner-speak…

When I speak to you I speak to myself
I communicate with my self
I use you to peel me apart and I look deeper into myself.
I look into the parts I couldn’t see without you seeing me
Or what you thought was me, what I thought was me too.
But now you showed me the me I see is still underneath,
Still looking for me to find my self.

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Baba O'Riley
The Who

Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, oh yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted

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