BRINGING HARMONY TO THE WORLD, ONE NOTE AT A TIME

I am sick of these empty, idiotic scenes and sounds that flicker with neon faux-vintage apathetic wit.
Next step is new age or godless. I think they better just leave the world stage, retire, take a bow, because this is my time.

Darling, it’s my time. They need to go home. Ride on their father’s yacht; cos this is my time. “Nothing to lose”, stop! Cos this is my time, no this is OUR time, to win and take shop.

You know that coffee wont help, coffee wont hide, coffee wont keep you from sleeping.

She said to me, “If I could explain to you, the heartache of not knowing love as a child and wanting it desperately; yet not knowing how to go expressing it.”
Oh darling, I know this all quite well. “I knew you’d understand.”
This world’s so screwed up. “We all seem to lack it.”
Oh no, oh don’t, that’s something they don’t want you to say today–
because apathy is “so cool now”, cool now, cool now. Who cares about having a heart? It’s passé. It’s corny and it’s out of date.

You are neither a wolf nor a king nor on top of the world; you’re at the bottom of the barrel with the snakes and the crabs of the surf, you’re at the bottom of the earth.

Cant take my, and you cannot break my, and you cannot face my unstoppable heart.

You’ve forgotten who was the spark for your fire; and you rub your hands together like you started the flame. Now you walk the earth like you own the place, but your arrogant demeanor slows your pace to a halt, your soils eroded with salt; it’s useless.

You’re not worth your salt, you cant fly, no, you’re not worth your salt, the sky defies you.
You’re not worth your salt, you cant fly, no, you’re not worth your salt, the wind defies you.

I tried so hard, wholeheartedly; I gave it all, I gave all my heart. So I will be waiting right here by the palms, so I will be waiting right here.