Aimless, thoughtless, unbounded, loosened, ragged… Blast!
Gurgling loops, round and round and each curve a little more eroded.
No, you are dreaming of entropy again!
What is the use?
Oh, so that is what you are asking?
Is there another?
There are always others.
Hmmmm, it has seemed clearer. But that first stinging rebuttal comes from within, and then echoes out and back and resonates with that silly organ that should know better.
Tomorrow you will try again
I am tired of trying, it gets me nowhere
It gets you up in the morning
Well why should I bother?
Because if you try then you can, even if you fail.
Can fail?
Failure is what exactly? What is success? In either case you will not know it or settle there, that is squalor. What is always successful? Failure is part of success, and success failure.
But…
Don’t start… No, do start.
I will try
Of course you will… But you must try harder.
I will try harder.
Try harder.
content calm courage
Sloppy recording #88
Name: Summertime
Crappy Demo: [audio:http://donakello.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/summertime.mp3|titles=Summertime]
Oh the hits are coming and the hits are deep
And they won’t stop coming when the hill’s this steep.
And you want to make amends for eh things that you wish you’d never done.
But the spin that you’re in will refuse to be still for anyone.
Won’t leave for summertime is only round the bend
Don’t leave for summertime is surely not the end- surely not the end for us.
The days are longer and your skin is burned.
All your belongings have been returned.
Oh the Sun in the sky is a chemical high.
And we learn what we found is a necessary high.
Won’t leave for summertime is only round the bend
Don’t leave for summertime is surely not the end- surely not the end for us.
And your 3 chord trick- it will never stick
Though the mood you exude is so real and thick.
Because your great big plans have crashed to the land.
And the twists and the turns are out of your hands.
Won’t leave for summertime is only round the bend
Don’t leave for summertime is surely not the end- surely not the end for us.
Oh the hits are coming and the hits are deep,
And the time for running has run out of steam.
You wait so long that your dreams will freeze,
Now the gates are closing with mechanical ease.
Won’t leave for summertime is only round the bend
Don’t leave for summertime is surely not the end- surely not the end for us.
