wordstoliveandloveby

we grow up and we are learning all the time. here is where you sleep. here is where we're driving to today. it's time to draw the curtains and open the window. this is the news. these are lies and these are half-truths and you have to work the rest out for yourself. this is want and this is need. the two are different. these are the words to the songs you know you know. these are the words to the songs you didn't know you knew. these are the songs with no words, but they are screaming. this is what blood looks like, and this is also how blood can sometimes look, and this is the taste of blood and this, this is how it feels to bleed. we get older fast. it was quick and relentless and there was nothing to stop it. this is you when you were small, in a photograph. this is you on your first day of school, and this is the time we went out. these are just bits of you when you were 21 or 22 or 23. this is you as a statistic on a graph, and this is you as a number, and this is a graph that shows the lights will soon go out and we will have no more and the world will change and all along we could have maybe stopped it. spend my inheritance! they've drained the swimming pools of our youth and shortened the summers anyway. we don't want to inherit something failed. never look me in the eye unless you mean it. keep your secrets safe, they are your secrets. this is concentration and this is focus. this is how we bend for what we love. here is nostalgia. here is sentimentality. kill them before they get you. this is what dance music sounds like. this is a beat, this is a band. here are idiots dying for their art in your stereo. here is a record shop, here is where dreams are kept after they are broken. this is how it feels to be one of ten people shaking their heads in an empty club. this is how it feels to be one of a hundred. this is how it is to be one of thousands. there are no millions anymore, we are all split. the millions of the world are hungry and they are far from and because of this rich land. we're responsible. this is how a guitar feels through your t-shirt. this is what drumsticks do to the hands. these are the lessons we learnt, and they were hard lessons, some of them, but we kept trying. this is the sum whole of another year, and this is is how it feels when the drums kick in. this is my debt, this is what i owe and where i stand and what i have, and this is my penance. it isn't much and it isn't someone else's fault. it's how blame is dealt out. these are just the cards you get. this is our history and this is our origin, and this is how we got here. this carries on.