KeithJCon

Wow things have changed a lot since iv bin on I'm blissfully aware of how bleak life actually is, don't get me wrong I'm content with life and my knowing this hasn't influenced this at all I just feel like I'm in this pit where everything I loved is losing its edge thosie high notes in my favorite songs that used to send shivers down my spine don't do much band practice is and always has been if I'm honest mediocre and just everything has just been drained a little of whatever good it had. I'm not sayin I don't like this it just seems like with the seasons passing so too does life its all about death and decay now but that's just how it is re

Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling And now the red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts  And we'll fly home We'll fly home You and I We'll fly home Come on! Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all. I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly, And the blue ones help me fall. And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling. And

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many handsNothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words When you've finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work - it was funNothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs a