The Afghan Whigs.

Wall.

My wall is great
My wall is grand
You can't see my wall
From where you stand

You ask why i'm so bitter,
I ask why you're so vain.
I have this wall
It's built out of pain.

Last FM

Halloween is here and the haunting is gone
I can smile as i sing along
To the sweet sounds at last
The new tunes cranked full blast
At awe with the way it moves
all them folkie grooves
Hold me close like a sweet caress
It all started from a new BS

Meaning?

Is there a course for the meaning of life?
Or is there a meaning?
You live the meaning, we are all examples
of what it is to be alive
But to think there is a right way and a wrong way
is the cause of death itself
There is no right and no wrong
we just have to get along

Sanity

Got a new view of sanity
Only after the long view
of the insane has completed
The only sane human left
is locked in a padded room

What is that?

Its just a line of crumbs that will lead you to me

Music moves the Soul