@*SOME CRAP ABOUT THE FUTURE"+

One important thing I've learned from one year in the UK is not to get myself attached to people too much, especially those who I know I'll have to say goodbye to eventually, 'cause they can't stay around. So I've learned to try not to feel too sentimental. It's hard not to sometimes, but I manage. I'm just thankful for every great moment that arrives and then move on to the next. But I'll carry those good memories with me for the rest of my life. I'm not one who ever forgets.

Sometimes I feel so unattached to one place but at the same time I am which prevents me from having some people around me that I wish I had around me every single day of my life. We're tied to that small piece of earth we find ourselves on and can't be everywhere at the same time. But sometimes our paths cross and we walk the same pieces of ground and we become marked for life. You're part of mine and always will be even if our paths won't cross ever again. I wish I lived on a planet as small as that of le petit prince and could walk the earth in just three little steps.

Electric President - Some Crap About The Future

You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your coat and peer down under the edge.
You watch the city moving, breathing by -great.
You're not a part of it,
You're broken now like us.

I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders,
And cross sidewalks with an air full of white noise.

You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars reflecting in the windows,
And then you realized just how minimal you are.

I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city
And I silently wish I was on one.

You sit downtown and watch yourself from the glass.
You reach inside and tears out all your cables;
Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers
You have no body- just a cage to hold your parts.

I have no answers; I'm rambling.
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.

You lied out on the roof and watched the sunrise.
It's burning fingers run next to your insides,
And for a moment you feel like you're alive,
And then it's gone so you get up,
Up, up, up,

Baby, there's blood on the sidewalks of this town
We've got, we've got us,
We've got us sober looks,
But we don't have to take it lyin' down anymore
Our hands aren't tied now.

Down, down, down, baby,
Down in the center of this town
We've got, we've got em,
We've got em buried deep
Under layers of concrete are the bumps of the past

Ohh no, no, no,
We'll leave on the evening train
Won't be long but it feels that way
That home never meant very much to us anyway
So we convince ourselves that we're better off gone
Maybe we're right

Then we collapse on a road
On a old dirt road
Where the sun doesn't look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep under leaves
Of a couple of the nearby trees
And we never wake again.
Never again...
No, never again.
No, never again.