(there is no) sunken treasure

(not sure who posted this pic--but hope its ok...)
There's rows and rows of houses, with windows painted blue.
With the light from the t.v. running parallel to you.
But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be.
Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you.

If I had a mountain, I'd try to fold it over.
If I had a boat, you know I'd probably roll over.
And I leave it on the shore, I'd leave it for somebody.
Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you.

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return.
All the fires we burn, all will return.
Music is my savior, and I was maimed by rock and roll.
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Saw a great show last night in downtown Indy. Am hoping my good pal was able to capture it for me, since I missed the last 30 minutes of the show. Just one of those things. But taking someone to a show who does not enjoy the band (or has never heard their stuff) is almost as bad as dragging a kid to church when they don't understand what is going on and they have to be quiet and sit still for an hour.
So instead of fully enjoying the show (and my favorite band) I worry that the person is having a bad time, cannot get into the music and it takes away from the whole fucking thing.

I should have just bought one ticket.


So I have turned the corner and switched gears now. The summer of love is over.
It is time to focus on what is important and necessary for me to succeed in the months to come. My mind moves fairly quickly (as does my body) from topic to topic, thing to thing. I often get frustrated with those around me who are probably much healthier but think and move more slowly. In my head I am often thinking, "Come on. Keep up...you need to take speed to stay with me." So it goes.

I need to practice patience.

I have to understand that people have different standards and my expectations are high for myself and those who hang with me. I am easily disappointed. I am easily let down. And now is no exception.



Thanks Jeff T. for a great time and helping me think through this stuff with your lyrics. Sorry I had to bail on you.