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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