out of [sight]. out of [mind].

Out of sight, out of mind
See the child in the street
Never give them a thought
How they live, where they sleep
Grind them into the ground
It’s the kind thing to do
Death is welcome retreat from the sorrow they find
Out of sight, out of mind
But here, the pain is never out of sight
The sick, the starved, the poor
There is no room for us to turn away
We can’t just shut the door
Out of sight, out of mind
Where the strong never look
If we don’t come too near, it’s as if we’re not here
And there’s nothing to fear
But out of sight we have the room to plan
We watch them from afar
They won’t suspect
That soon we’ll see a day
When they know who we are
Let them stay unafraid
Just for now, keep them blind
Patience waits for a spark
‘Til the time that is right
We’ll remain in the dark…
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind.


This song/this woman makes me want to sing again.
For real.
For a career.

Think I have the guts?

This is worth listening to; he's amazing.

[hush] for a minute

soon one morning death comes creeping
through the room...
so hush, hush...
someone is calling my name
crying oh my lord, oh my lord
what should i do?

what i'm hearing: hush - bedouin soundclash

I'm all over the map today...

Go there.

Listen.

It'll be good for ya; I guarantee it.

Eulogy For A Friend

The silence tells me all I need to know
You’re not here with me
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be

And all those times, you saved me from myself
Nights we’d talk ‘til twelve on the phone
Recordings of your voice echo through my mind
Reminding me that you’re not here, that you’re not here with me

The tears can tell them all they need to know
Like what’s really wrong with me
But the tears won’t come tonight

And all those times, I saved you from yourself
Nights we’d talk ‘til twelve on the phone
Pictures of your face make a slideshow in my mind
Reminding me that you’re not here, that you’re not here with me

With a razor to your wrist, watch the crimson flow
Pouring your life on the floor, did you think of me?

And all those times, you saved me from myself
Nights we’d talk ‘til twelve on the phone
Memories of you torture me inside
Make me wish that I could die, that I could die

And all those times, you saved me from myself
Nights we’d talk ‘til twelve on the phone
Memories of you torture me inside
Make me wish that I could die, that I could die…

With a razor to your wrist, will you think of me?

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