Bury everything you own
On a hill in Peckham Rye
Say a prayer for those you’ve known
As trace of fire scars the sky
A heaven of abandoned stars
River running black and red
Fight your way through crowds and cars
As rockets flower overhead
Meet me in the dust cloud
Look me in the eyes, say that again
Take me to your chest, and let me in
Give me mouth-to-mouth, and make amends
Knock me off my feet like heroin
No need to disguise or to pretend
Don't misconstrue and don't misapprehend
There's nothing left, no fortress to defend...
Recently, a close friend of mine and I were playing a game -- just a simple game where we asked each other random questions.
I asked him, "What's something you couldn't live without and why?"
He answered, "Music, because everything I've ever thought, felt, or lived by was...