...Let's swim to the moon

"...You got fishes, for your friends, you've got pearls for your eyes.You got water all around you...you sinkin'! you going way on down! Wayyyy down!"





There are legit over 600 Doors songs on my computer, each being a unknown treasure.
But this is one of my favorite 'Moonlight Drive' bizzarre edition of the Matrix boxset.
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Anticon.

Lyrically one of my favorite songs:


As I lay me down to fall asleep

With my demons dying and my pilot light weak
I curse the last six months I been hiding behind a mustache, yeah
And to those last ten years I been howling a paper moon: fuck you

This goes out to all my underdone, under-tongue, lung long frontmen
(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled
(Shut up and put your money where your mouth is)

Shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin
An empty oyster shell and celebrate the hollows

This goes out to dirty dancing, cursing, backmasking,
backslidden pastor's kids
(From behind bars it's not so hard to see he's risen)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled

(But nobody finds God and then goes to prison)
In Berlin I saw two men fuck in a dark corner of a basketball court
Just the slight jingle of pocket change pulsing

In the tourist part I lost fifty Euros
To the guy with the walnut shells and the marbles
It really pissed me off, so oh
I thought I'd go back to get my money but all my homies warned me
Oh no, those gypsies probably got knives

This goes out to all my under brewed, double-duped, two times true fools
(Stuck faking a phone call or texting for company)
And all us earth grows, I'm planted
That's some pull
(Like a married uncle at a family function)

I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths
Now tell me, what should I do, my god

The clock's always stuck telling 11:11, or 3:32

This goes out to all my underdone, other-tongued, lung long frontmen
(Even just Joanna Newsom’s left hand)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled
(I bet could beat the pants in bass off your best man)
This goes out to all my underdone, other-tongued, lung long frontmen
(This is what the ghost of someone's dad says)
And all us earth growths
Doing the croak like it ain't no joke


In a crowded room project a debonair aloof impermanence
Be shrouded loosely in an air of indeterminates
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Favorite Quotes:

We are the notorious scapegoats, for living as others live only in their dreams at night

-Anais Nin, A Spy in the House of Love

You got my heart you got my soul you got the silver you got the gold,
a flash of love just made me blind, I don't care no that's the big surprise

-You Got the Silver, The Rolling Stones

A stranger has come to share my room in the house not right in the head, a girl mad as birds.

-Dylan Thomas

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human with the soul of a clown
which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
- Jim Morrison

She kissed as if she alone could forge the signature of the sun
- Saul Williams


Time has told me you're a rare rare find, a troubled cure for a troubled mind

- Nick Drake, Time Has Told Me