Where are you going I don’t mind I’ve killed my world and I’ve killed my time So where do I go what do I see I see many people coming after me So where are you going to I don’t mind If I live too long I’m afraid I’ll die So I will follow you wherever you go If your offered hand is still open to me Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one
So you’ve been where I’ve just come From the land that brings losers on So we will share this road we walk And mind our mouths and beware our talk 'Till peace we find tell you what I'll do All the things I own I will share with you If I feel tomorrow like I feel today We’ll take what we want and give the rest away Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest This love of life makes me weak at my knees And when we get there make your play 'Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away In a promised lie you made us believe For many men there is so much grief And my mind is proud but it aches with rage And if I live too long I’m afraid I’ll die
Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one Strangers on this road we are on We are not two we are one
It makes me want to open the windows and listen to something ambient, really loudly. (I’m going to do it right now). It reminds me of a long time ago. What I wouldn’t give to be lazy cats again. I think I’m stuck to the wall. But that’s okay, because you are too. I’ll talk about the Pachuca sunrise, and debate its authenticity.
I find it extremely fascinating that certain memories are only accessible through specific smells or sounds. Or how a specific situation (like, the way you’re sitting in conjunction with a specific song playing) can trigger a certain memory. It’s almost like a deja vu. I wonder if I can trigger these memories intentionally. I think it’s science experiment time. More on this in the future.
I’m thinking about leaving the window open while I sleep. I’m only afraid that the traffic noises will keep me up. I suppose this means I turn the music up?
I want to go out on a midnight walk and explore the sleeping city.