Bill Hicks

the sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing.




Montag, 12. September 2011

my friend ulysses

Nothing here, but the memories silence brings
Feels I´m falling through the space that´s gather in
I´ve got the blood, blood of gauls,
I never did understand its call
But where now? I don´t know,
Walking that street known as devil´s row
Have I tried, tried too hard, I don´t know, I don´t know
Planted seeds where, nothing new,
Ever grows...
Memories, late at night
Was it worth it that sacrifice?
It seems I´m trapped, trapped again
Just to begin at the journey´s end
I hope that you, you don´t become,
Like Ulysses, my friend
You and your adventures, across the seas
Treading through the, corridors, of the past
Was I dead
when i walked here
before I ask
Blood shot eyes, feeling raw   
You will walk where none walked before
You will hurt, yes you´ll fear
You´ll take a punch for that elixir
And in the morning, tear down you disguises
It doesn´t matter if you never arrived
And with that question which says what for?
You´ll know at last that you´ve given it all
I hope that you don´t become like Ulysses, my friend
You & your adventures cross the seas my friend
 You & your adventures, that never ends

 

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