a man with this much passion
a man with this much soul
a man that can get teary eyed at the sight of success
a man that has this much hurt
he goes farther than any man
any man that pretends
a man that bottles it down
keeps hatred like oil above water
it will never mix
a man with this much soul
he will be the best man you have ever known
i miss the days of Glenns guitar squealing just right
i miss the days of feeling the mans guitar in my heart
having pure love for every note as if they were family members
getting teary eyed of the beauteous noise that seemed to fit
that seemed to never feel better. ever.
using an instrument as a diary
and playing it with your entire heart
thats an artist
and i hold that word in the highest connotation
its the expression of a mad man
the pure expression of
love
hate
sadness
madness
and pure human emotion
that is an artist
no matter the medium
pouring everything you have into something that you hold higher then the rest
that is whats real
that is whats real
that is whats real
and that is the only real thing any person can do
the purest form of feeling expression
call it what you want
call me what you want
i know what i want
i know what i will do
all you know is what is best for you
god bless you
but do not ever direct me to what you think is appropriate
one day i will lay in the casket
every one will come up and look at my face
sewn shut and cold
it would not matter at that point what i had done in your disapproval
it would be respected that i lived life by my own rules
this system is a joke and lie
i will always be a rotten vegetable
hate me now one day respect me when im gone
until then i will grip the bottle tight
and tell you to eat my ass
and that is truth
my vodka filled beard tells my nights story
my stumble explains my non sense
my smell explains my disorient
my hate explains my rebellion
my lack of effort explains my care
my heart explains me