Wednesday, October 27, 2010


"Being born is going blind
And bowing down a thousand times
To echoes strung
On pure temptation"
~ Townes Van Zandt


How many times will we exclaim
Never again and again and again...
While the broken record
Spins 'round on the table
You're a fool to think you can change it

I'm spinning and spinning
Like the earth and the moon
The day and the night
The seasons

Repeat, repeat, repeat
Despite my intentions
My love and my hate
My dreams

I lie in bed, discontented
I drive my car across the moon
No matter, no difference
It's all the same view
In the zoom out lense
I spin, I spin, I spin