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Tonight, a document.
So I’ve spent the past few months mostly smoking a lot of weed and staring at televisions with my friends. Probably because I couldn’t deal with life most of the time. Of course I came into some good things; opportunities, new friends, stuff like that. All of which I’ve squandered. At least it feels that way. In October 2011, I decided I wanted to get into shape. I did, I looked great, I felt great. Right there and then I decided I’d never let myself slip back. But things change and so do priorities. Here I am, back at my starting point. Ah well, I managed once and I will manage again.
It’s just that growing up follows the law of increasing entropy. Everything becomes more chaotic and hard to follow by the second, because all of the experiences just pile up and influence each other. It gets messy in my head. I used to have these clear, see-through moments where clock-time would cease to exist and a different sort of time would come into effect. Endless calm, resonating through my every fibre. Those moments have become rare.
But I still get them. And tonight is one of those moments. I realized things have to change. And so I took this picture of me smoking a cigarette and smiling. To document tonight. So I can look back at a later day and be happy about the fact that I can accomplish things I set my mind to.
Ah hell, I shouldn’t be complaining. Tomorrow I’ll be meeting with this manager dude who’s thinking about managing me and my band.
Pretty cool.
I have a problem with the fundamental loneliness inherit to life.
so much fun
My best one
Scribbler fun yay!
Meer dan eens
De veren van mijn vrienden
In kleuren onbeschreven
Kon ik ze maar plukken
En in mijn jas verweven
Zodat ik ‘s nachts kan lopen
Als beeldspraak voor de tranen
Die kleine mensen laten
In een wereld van vervreemding
En komt het dan tot boeten
Stel ik mijzelf beschikbaar
Voor de zweep en alle slagen
Om op mijn rug te landen
En littekens te maken
Die ongewild vervagen
Was dit maar een leven
Dat meer dan eens kan gelden
Meer dan eens
De veren van mijn vrienden
In kleuren onbeschreven
Kon ik ze maar plukken
En in mijn jas verweven
Zodat ik ‘s nachts kan lopen
Als beeldspraak voor de tranen
Die kleine mensen laten
In een wereld van vervreemding
En komt het dan tot boeten
Stel ik mijzelf beschikbaar
Voor de zweep en alle slagen
Om op mijn rug te landen
En littekens te maken
Die ongewild vervagen
Was dit maar een leven
Dat meer dan eens kan gelden
Blazed.
My thoughts curve with the earth
And I know where you are
Like a star, far and unreachable
But so real and visible
My fingers curl around hers
And I know what you’d say
Have your way, happy and careless
But mind your fleeting steps
My band is doing well. Debut record will come out in January. Here’s one of the demos for a track that won’t make it on the album but still makes me proud.
Wolf In Loveland - 2000 years
Lyrics:
After the flood
The survivors went into the woods
There was death and there was blood
There were children lost for good
I was buried alive
I was looking for a way
Leading to the light
And the promised new day
At the green gates
The women and children were first
To get to the garden
Where they’d quench their thirst
And I was looking for life
I was taking root
In the new world
In the greater good
What if we get a second chance
What if we show you we can make it work
What if we plant a little love into the soil
What will grow, who can know?
In two thousand years
Will the wind still blow over the seas
In two thousand years
The rain was tainted black
Clouds of oil darkened the sun
But we picked up all the birds from the ground
And cleaned their wings one by one
I was heading for truth
I had shaken the lies
The reflections of what had been
Reflected from my eyes
Then later came politicians
They ruled like they had before
But all of us had learned a lesson
That would never be ignored
There were the makings of a hero
The makings of a son
Who lead us to the river
Who would take the morning on
What if we get a second chance
What if we show you we can make it work
What if we plant a little love into the soil
What will grow, who can know?
In two thousand years
Will the wind still blow over the seas
In two thousand years
Think I’m gonna order me one of those Russian brides.
Deprived over here.
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