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You can't escape what makes you tragic, you know
Vicious cause you like to be leaving time possessed to please you
What might have been was never the way you visioned things
So difficult to stop pretending
What's it to you anyway?

Turn down the voluptuous
Keeping close to me again
Hold back your virtues
You're fearless in motion

You found your way so why keep asking me
Nothing common suits you, you live again in solitary
Look away for now, beautiful alone
Now who decides to settle down?
Maybe nobody really cares
What's this to you anyway?

Ei tosiaankaan oo mun päivä.

It's bugging me, grating me and twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly caving in and turning inside out

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and you soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

It's holding me, morphing me and forcing me to strive
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive

'cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking down
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And want you now
I want you now
I'll feel my heart implode
And I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode

Hope, but I hope you've seen the light
'Cos no-one really cares
They're just pretending

Lähin Hämptonista kohti Turkmenistania. Ajoin äitini omistaman ajoneuvon rautatieasemalle, jonne päästyäni nousin ratin takaa ja paikallein istahti perheen mieshenkilö ja ajoi auton takaisin äitini omistamalle asunnolle. Ostin lipun ja siirryin asemalaiturille merkitylle pysähdysalueelle odottamaan vaunuani. Laitoin käden housuntaskuun ja totesin "vitun saatana ja perkeleen helvetti!" Tätä ennen mietin hetken tietysti miksi oikean housuntaskuni sisältö tuntuu vajaahkolta, koska siellä oli vain kaksi sytytintä. Avainnippuni jäi killumaan Fiat Punton virtalukossa tönöttäneeseen avaimeen. Eipä vituttanut. Soitin mieshenkilölle, mutta hänellä, tapansa mukaan, ei ollut kännykkä mukana. Onneksi sain kämppiksen jemmailemaan itselleni avaimen Turun päässä, muuten olisin joutunut palloilemaan päämäärättömästi aina klo 23:een asti, kun hän saapuu töistä.

Pääsen junaan. Tarkoituksen tehdä laskareita. Otan kannettavan repusta ja TADA! se ei lähde käyntiin. Onko rikki? En usko. Mieleeni muistui jäinen tosiasia. En ollut koskenutkaan kannettavaan koko viikonloppuna, elikkäs se ei ollut päätynyt johdon päähän ja käytin akun matkalla Hämptauniin aivan finaaliin, loppui vieläpä kesken Shieldin episoodin. Perkele. Se niistä laskareista, jouduin tyytymään LUKEMAAN matematiikkaa. Huoh. Hyvin alkoi tämäkin viikko. Nyt onkiire luennoille, että moro vaan.

[edit] Hahaa. luento korjasi kehnon päivän! Pureskelin kynsiä kaikessa rauhassa, minding my own business, kun all of the sudden suussani on jotain kovaa! George Carlinin tavoin olen silminnähden innoissani! "Mitä kynteni alta löytyi?!?!" No valkoinen köntsähän se. Bah, nakkasin mäkeen. Söin kynnenpalat loppuun ja KAH! Ilmeisesti yksi pala on jäänyt hampaiden väliin, kun tuntuu tämmöttis oudolta... Mutta ei! Jotain paljon mahtavampaa! Hampaastani on lohjennut noin kahdeksasosa pois! WUHUU!

[edit] Ja paranee entisestään. Tosin se ei kuulu kyllä nyt tälle palstalle.

Boredom does nothing for me, so why does it follow?
Walking with the dead beats down the street, I want everything.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very mad world

Yesterday, just a dream I don't remember
Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to endure
I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason
Season's change and leave me out in the cold
The story's old, the tale's been told by many scholars
Got a fistful of dollars and pocketful of love
God above if you hear me cryin'
I've tried to sell my soul but no one's buyin'
Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin'
It's gettin' cold It's time for dyin'

Come on and watch me shine
Like the world is mine
Today

We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
'Get a job you fucking slob' is all he replied.

God forbid you ever had to walk mile in his shoes
Cos then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said 'don't worry 'bout a thing baby doll, I'm the man you've been dreamin' of.'
But 3 months later he say he wont date her or return her calls
and she swear 'god damn if I find that man I'm cutting off his balls'
Then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore

God forbid you ever had to walk mile in her shoes
Then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the down side of up and everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup and smoked the finest green
I stroke the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their hearts
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit faced and keep the pace with thugs
'til late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his crome .45 talked some shit and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game

God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
Then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like