“… This is how it feels when your words mean nothing at all…”
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What goes down must come up
“… This is how it feels when your words mean nothing at all…”
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Just seemed apt….
A song about manipulation, bipolar people should know what I’m getting at, you know those who take advantage when unwell.
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“I jumped the gun, thought you’d hit and run…”
Kinda the way I feel for the moment.
Following on from my conversations with Mindfump about AI
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Just a shout out to an artist who has really got me through this recent evil part of my life. Go buy all her stuff she deserves to be more well known.
https://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=5735014
And I like her I will not stop while bombs fall from the sky. Especially on hospitals and children.
Peace D
Sandstone
Written By: Jen Pumo / Graham Pearce
lost in illusion. they believe that they can win the fight.
just like little children who try so hard to always be so right.
but there in the dust clouds the people are running from the smoke.
while the few talk too fast the rest just search for hope.
the sandstone is cold tonight underneath the flickering lights.
the sandstone is cold tonight. now (that) the roof is gone the fire’s a light. home away they’ve taken all their homes . . . home away with their baggage on the road.
my brother’s a stranger as we walk in another realm.
it’s like on the big screen- so many die that you can’t feel or smell.
and what of the reasons spinning for the carnage day by day
when for every one that falls there’ll be ten more along the way.
the sandstone is cold tonight . . .
the clock ticks on as we stand still in our time.
empty masters are stealing from the blind.
this is a hunger but not the will of the wise.
i can’t walk in silence as bombs fall from the sky.
the sandstone is cold tonight underneath the flickering lights.
the sandstone is cold tonight. now (that) the roof is gone the fire’s a light. home away, they’ve taken all their homes. home away with their baggage on the road.