The promise of a lie, the ground in the sky, Plummeting so low, but staying so high Touching the sun, landing on the moon, Staying too late but leaving too soon The galaxy without earth, space without stars, Living in the world with pollution without cars War without peace, fighting without death, The world without love, without a single breath Politics without corruption, corruption without pain, Like living forever in stormy weather without rain Drugs without the high, a needle without the skin, Morning without that hit that makes you feel as if you can win Life without death, death without rebirth, Wasting your existence without wondering what life's worth Night without day, day without dawn, Pen without paper, a singer without a song.
Fuckin a brother, I connect with that like superfly scoring on the detroit thruway. "Morning without that hit that makes you feel as if you can win." Just that line right there, hit's me so hard. I can actually feel the withdrawl. Yes!!!! You have the gift of communicative imagination. Somthing "The Man" want's so dearly to remove from all open minds. Way fucking cool baby! Me like Digger
thanks, man! check out some more of my stuff! I have a song on the same page called "Sweet Mary-Jane" that you might like!
