| About me: | "Well I'll just skip the boring parts chapters one, two, three,
And get to the place where you can read my face and my biography.
Here I am, I'm eleven months old, dangling from my daddy's knee
There I go, it's my graduation
I'm picking up a bogus degree
That's me.
Early me. That's me.
Well I never cared much for the money,
And money never cared for me,
I was more like a land-locked sailor,
Searching for the emerald sea.
Just searching for the emerald sea, boys, searching for the sea.
Oh my God!
First love opens like a flower.....................
A black bear running through the forest light holds me in her sight and her
power,
But tricky skies, your eyes are true,
The future is beauty and sorrow.
Still, I wish that we could run away and live the life we used to,
If just for tonight and tomorrow.
I am walking up the face of the mountain,
Counting every step I climb,
Remembering the names of the constellations,
Forgotten is a long, long time.
That's me.
I'm in the valley of twilight,
Now I'm on the continental shelf,
That's me.
I'm answering a question I am asking of myself." |
