Strange times between projects, looking for motivation, for color, finding reasons to suffer more, working, sleeping, not much more going on - so much more going on. Moving on, from the South face to the North face, or going in circles. Pushing people away, trying to keep them in, life goes on, in its own inexplicable way. Dreams of granite keep me awake at night, nightmares put me to sleep. Let the strange times roll...
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So let them roll...(is not new as you can check in this song)
And, despite is not new, it really hurts, or makes an emptiness feeling in our souls...
Climbing is a remedy, the best temporary remedy
(DOORS: Strange days)Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down...
They're going to destroy our casual joys...
We shall go on playing or find a new town...
Strange eyes fill strange rooms...
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin and you know this is it
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone.
yes, let them roll...good song.
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