Are We Here For The Ride?

Payday tomorrow!

Half this was written a few nights ago when I was very tired, the other half last night when I was uhhhh intoxicated ... one bit in particullar was clearly written by somebody not totally sober, and I encourage you to say that part aloud at a nice speedy pace =P


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If we're not running then we're falling cos who's running this gig?
I was wondering if we're stalling but a lifetime is big
Big enough that the little things don't matter so much
But the biggest thing's still little so there's no need to rush

And we tearing inspiration from the fabric of life
With distorted observation that we say gets us by
It's a sort of real sensation but it's sort of a lie
Like when they taught us we could make it but they never said why


Words are taking too long, give me a thousand in one!
So we trippin on vision and we wanna try
Breakin free from our prison to see what that's like
Shut our minds up and listen, our senses run wild
While you make big decisions we just here for the ride


Start with nothing end with something - something something
Start with nothing, end with something something - something somethi ...
End with something something ... something something ... someth ...


All eyes on to John, now it's begun, he starts with nothing something something
Something nothing something
Something something nothing
Nothing something nothing
Nothing nothing nothing???
[Fingersnap]
Ideal.
Maybe John has just won. But figuring that out is half the fun.


So you skippin on trippin, eager to defy
Takin life and enlistin, til there's nothing outside
Bound in materialism, force the passion to hide
But we don't rate these decisions we just here for the ride
Lyrics have limits, they can't say it all, so let's stock up on rhythm and breathe out our souls!


It's a just a means to an end but I don't believe in the end
So nothing starts with nothing finished and I won't even pretend
Pretend the answers are there, that it makes sense or it's fair
Fair enough but if you bluff it you might think that you're there

And we picking up the pieces from our own shattered minds
Reconstructing all of these in a new grandoise design
Sort of hoping it releases something that helps us find
All the pieces we were missing on those days we were blind


So we trippin on vision cos it keeps us alive
Sometimes bound in the prison where there's nothing outside
Shut our minds up and listen, forceful passionate strides
Your decisions in the backseat cos I feel like a drive