risk - no it's no longer just a game my friends

would you risk the fall just to know how it feels to fly?

or

would you stand on solid ground where there's not much height to fall?

i've chosen. have you?

"to know you is hard: we wonder

to know you all wrong: we were

to the outside: the dead leaves, they're on the lawn

before they died, had trees to hand their hope"

right?

sometimes i wonder...
why do i even bother?

it's not even light out

suddenly you've somewhere to be

i've got a bad feeling

you're going to throw it all away

with no hesitation

whoa son

as long as i know you'll be there, i'm good.

yang lain tu, well, that's just bonus.

the words get trapped in my mind

i'm sorry if i dont take the time to feel the way i do

and i feel sorry for the losers that will never take the time to say

what's really on their mind instead they just hide away

if you think you've got it bad..

i had no shoes and i complained
until i met a man who had no feet
that’s really beat

i had no feet and i complained

until i met a man who had no knees

that was his disease
i had no knees and i complained

until i met a man and you know what

he had no butt

i had no butt and i complained about it all

and then i met a man who had no balls

i had no balls and i complained

until i met a man who had no guts

no balls no butt and now no guts

i had no guts and i complained

until i met a man who had no heart

the most important part

i had no heart and i complained

i did not understand

and then i met a man who had no hands

i had no hands and i complained

until i met a man who was a wreck

he had no neck

i had no neck and i complained

until i met a man who had no chin

some folks lose and some folks win

i had no chin and i complained

until i met a man who had no nose

that really blows

i had no nose and i complained

until i met a man who never cries

he had no eyes

i had no eyes and i complained

until i met a man who felt no pain

he had no brain

i had no brain and i complained

until i met a man who had no head

as good as dead

i had no head and i complained

until i met a man who had no hair

there was nothing there
i had no hair and i complained

until i met a man who had no hat

picture that not even a hat

i had no hat and i complained

until i met a man who had no sky

no reason why
i had no sky and i complained

until i met a man who had no stars

no venus or mars and not any stars
i had no stars and i complained

until i met a man who had no god

that’s rather odd

i had no god and I complained

until i met a man who had no faith

nothing just in case

i had no faith and i complained

until i met a man who had no love

nothing to dream of

i had no love and i complained

until i met a man who had no hope

at the end of his rope

i had no hope and i complained

until i met a man who had no luck

that really sucks

i had no luck and i complained
that i had nothing left to lose

and then i met a man who had no shoes.

written by paranoid larry, joe shapiro and neil murphy
performed by the roches

honestly...

... when it's all said and done, i'd rather not have to see your face again.

but that's not gonna happen in this world though.

"so if you're too school for cool

and you're treated like a fool

so raise your glass if you are wrong

in all the right ways"

i'm no expert but...

I think this is how it starts...

"maybe then you'll hear the words i've been singing

funny when you're dead how people start listening"

hush-hush

the things that are not said..
they are the things all around we cart
they are the things closest to the heart
they are the things most often regretted.

sometimes the thing we fear the most
when the lips would no longer be able to hide
would no longer be able to contain
secrets coming out like a rushing tide
like a broken dam
like a broken prison gate
like a broken heart

well at least then the concealed
can at the very last be revealed
basking itself in the light of day
till finally there will be nothing left to say
till finally
i will be free


"All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets." -Cory Doctorow

"baby you've got the sort of hands to rip me apart

baby, you've got the sort of face to start this old heart

baby you've got the sort of laugh that waters me

and makes me grow strong and tall and proud then flattens me"