It was never Disney.
It was never my parents.
It was never, well…mostly never movies….damn you the notebook!….
THIS is the standard I have always sought to attain:
Particularly around 2:30-2:45…..
That is the good stuff.
Too bad we know how the story ends.
C’est La Vie.
But for what it is worth, Lindsey Buckingham is by far one of the most underrated guitarists ever….*swoon*
I’ve come to agree
with all the cynics
love is just a fairytale
a myth made up for children
like God and Heaven
all that’s true
is lust and obsession
our need for need
Emotions are worthless tools
used to get what we want
not necessarily what we need
what we got in trade for instinct
Love is a fleeting feeling that
people gave a name to rationalize
the way they use their bodies
the way they use each other
Sex is an exchange of energy
sometimes even a manipulation
just to steal power
that won’t be given freely
You try and displace the feeling
know all the while it’s not real
But push the thought out
follow the chemical path of “emotion”
Back to damn emotions
their pseudo-erotic tendencies
the manipulations we use on ourselves
how we set our sadistic selves up for pain
Over and over patterns are repeated
even after you become conscious of them
you allow yourself to believe again…
GOD DAMN TV