LYRICS to TOM SAWYER by RUSH: A modern day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events
The river
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the mist, catch the myth
Catch the mystery, catch the drift
The world is, the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the space he invades
He gets by on you
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent
But change is
What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
Catch the witness, catch the wit
Catch the spirit, catch the spit
The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide
Exit the warrior
Today's Tom Sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day
Music
Tool, A Perfect Circle, Pucifer, ASHES dEVIDE...then there is everything else.....
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
"Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart.
It was beating strongly ... but it was full of scars ...
it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ...
but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact ... in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared ... how can he say his heart is more beautiful ... they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart ... and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ...
mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes" ... said the old man ... "yours is perfect looking but ...
I would never trade with you.
You see ... every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ...
I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ...
and often they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart ...
but because the pieces aren't exact ...
I have some rough edges ... which I cherish ...
because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ...
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful ...
they stay open ... reminding me of the love I have for these people too ...
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.
So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man ... reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart ...
and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering ... placed it in his heart ...
and then took a piece from his old scarred heart ...
and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
It fit ... but not perfectly ... as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart ...
not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever ...
since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked side by side.
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Here I am. Sitting at a table with 8 killers. Each one is trying to take to me out. If 1 succeeds, it would make the other 7 happy. I'm not going into this unarmed. I have my instincts, I have my skills, and I have the lessons I've learned from every other time I have been killed. It's a mean game I'm playing, with the reward being another table, filled with 8 more killers. Better then the last group. Because what you have to understand is.... they were the best of their group. This evil little dance will continue until there are only 9 left......9! This may not seem like a significant number to most but to the people who do what I do, it's an addiction to be one of these 9. It may have started with 100 or 500 or even 1000s, and except for the last 9, each one has fell. Each in their own way mind you. Maybe caught in a well placed trap or even had their own trap back fire. Plenty of river deaths and people dying on streets. Everyone is a target and everyone is taking aim at everyone else. They say some can look into your soul and know what your next move is before you do. This may be true but there is an equalizer, Lady Luck. She is a cruel bitch. I can only recall the times she helped bring me down. Never the times she made a miracle happen for me. I don't know anyone who wants her around until the moment they truly need her. "ONE TIME" is the call for her help, but who are we kidding....only one time? Now I'm here in this final group of 9. I've gotten through traps, deadly streets, more river killings then I can recall, and out foxed that bitch Lady Luck. I'm 1 of 9 and anything can happen now. With every fallen adversary from here on out my prize grows. I can almost touch what I've been fighting for. I'm 1 of 9 and even if I am the last 1 standing, all I want to do is start all over again. If I'm not the last 1 left, I want to start again even more and get back to that 9. You can't be afraid to die if you want to live here. Because anything can happen at a final table with only 9 players left. I don't fear failure. I am a poker player.
Who I'd like to meet: Here on my page, I do not discriminate. I assume everyone is guilty. I'll treat you like a criminal, keep you confused, and do my best to break you down. Before the journey is over, I'll have you accepting your fate and taking it like an inmate. That's my promise to you.........................
"I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown, catch me , heal me, lift me back up to the sun....... I choose to live"-(Maynard James Keenan)
"Embrace this moment. Remember, we are eternal, all this pain is an illusion"-(Maynard James Keenan)
"It is easy to be brave from a safe distance."-(Aesop)
"Nothing is worth more than this day."(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
"How can I get jager bomb stains out of my shirt."-(ME)
I don't know that there is such a thing as TRAGIC Candy Land but I can see how it would happen. That's game is cut throat. Hope there was at least some decent titties on display before you went down
THE O.C. YO! although, i do not fit in here AT ALL! 50 minute flight to vegas for me though! somehow vegas sounds more fun than chico, but i really can't be sure having never been to chico.
