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Grab my arm as we run together for miles and miles in a field of Lavender, toward the mountains in the background. As we run, we will let the sun burn through our skin and the clouds tear apart as the sky turns bluer and space looks vast and empty. You will feel the sweat drip down my arm in between your fingers and you will try as hard as you can to hold on as your palm soaks up moisture and your hand starts to slip. You will smell my hair in the wind that blows into your face and as you watch my palms graze the top of each lavender as I run wildly into the distance, you will dream of a simpler time, a time when the wind blew my hair into your face. As my hair flies around wildly in the air, you will run, faster and faster, like you've never run before. As you pick up your pace, you will reach forward, trying to grab onto my shirt as it toys with your emotions. You will run and run and run for days at end, but alas, I will outrun you and we will never know what would have been.
Now playing: Donovan - Catch The Wind
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"Here 's a theory for you to uh.. disregard... completely. Music, you know, true music, not just rock 'n' roll, it chooses you. It lives in your car, or alone, listening to your headphones; you know, with the vast, scenic bridges and angelic choirs in your brain. It's a place apart, from the vast, benign lap of America."
"It's quite an honor to have the world's greatest rock critic and editor of Creem magazine back home in San Diego for a few days."
"The Doors? Jim Morrison? He's a drunken buffoon posing as a poet!"
"I like the Doors."
"Ahhh… give me the Guess Who! They got the courage to be drunken buffoons. Which makes them poetic. Give me some White Light/White Heat! Iggy Pop! Amen! Put this on. This isn't on your play list either."
"Don't you think it's a little bit early for that?"
"Not for me."
Now playing: Led Zeppelin - Rock And Roll
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I have lived here long enough to know I need to get out of here. I need to find something better. This isn't enough. You may judge me; I might sound like the modern man, nothing ever seems enough, the greed. It's not greed. It's just not what I'm trying to achieve. Knowing what you want wins half the battle and I think I just won half the battle in knowing what I don't want. I don't want what I have now. I don't want this lack of inspiration, this aimless lifestyle. I want to get out of this depressing state. I need nothing more, nothing less, just something completely new. The sad truth is that I feel like I have nothing to lose. Yes, nothing at all, except , maybe, yes, except my dog. She means the world to me and I can't lose that. The truth however, is much more devastating: I can live without everything else, everyone else. It's saddening to finally discover it. But then again, I can't allow myself to be discovering life changing thoughts at 5 a.m. on a less than worthwhile Saturday morning, now, can I?
Now playing: Atlas Sound - Lightworks
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It's funny how time distorts things. It's a typical movie line and of course, we are all just trying to live our lives, avoiding cliches in movies and such. However, I always can't help but feel that's it true. It's true how time is able to heal, to cure, to worsen or to even lengthen anything, tangible or not. Time melts a bar of chocolate left in a room. Time allows your hair to grow longer before you realize it needs a trim. Time accompanies you as you spend your life watching the people around you change. Time allows you to make a film or a painting. If anyone can tell me without any hesitation and with full confidence, what's the best way to measure the time it takes for something to happen in one's life, then I'll take whatever I said back. For now, I know time; it's capable of creating distance between people. I know I'm not the first one to say this but we do take time for granted. Time can take away your wax. I'll explain; you see, over time, two people grow accustomed to each other, the past tends to get forgotten along the way and the future becomes important. Time. It takes you hostage and makes you witness this glowing yellow light turn into a tangy orange and then the thread attached to the silver plate at the end of the candle. I've always felt that somehow, if I had paid more attention to the candle burning away so quickly, I would have remembered to blow it out and save some light for later. Time is like a whore. It lures you into something so quick, so easy, so hard to resist, it forces you to make rash decisions in your head… ironically, not even giving you enough time to weigh out your options. Open your eyes. Don't let time take away your wax, yet.
Now playing: Radiohead - No surprises
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