Tuesday 27 November 2007

last thoughts


Jimmy's last thoughts:

I saw a cactus in the shape of a number 4,

Before my face hit the desert floor

I could hear ants speaking in my ear

“Hey guys, this dude’s time is over”



Poor Jimmy's body burnt in the hot desert and his soul went on to fry in hell...

Friday 9 November 2007

At the top, you just can’t stop

Burn:

Hit it to a higher level
I laugh as you cry, no time to frown
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
Flying till the need to end and we all fall down
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand

Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
When you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later

Go on till the feet tear
For the road's broken glass
Lets burn and burn till the crows fly home
We stop to drop and swim in the dust
Maybe you cannot understand
But I will make you understand
That we must burn to make it to the end
Better to burn than get buried in the sand

Then I will see you later
When nothing gets better
I will see you later
If you can get better
There’s no promise,
that I might see you later

At the top, you just can’t stop
The rats love to race
No trace of your face
Out of the way
The rats fight for another day