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Tijuana. Early evening avenue 

Heading out to make the scene.

Walking the Calles thru Zona Norte 

Took me to see the poor people

living in the cardboard city 

In refrigerator boxes and plywood shacks.

2 little kids standing barefoot in the rain.

The shelter was blue with brown blinds 

Runaways

Junkies

Prostitutes

Criminals

For a dollar a night, you can stay.

And here among the roadside, 

The cardboard city lies.

Not a dollar a day 

Or a dollar a stay

Even with rainy skies.

With a calm calculus 

I extend my hand to the father 

“Here’s 20 dollars”

“You can stay inside now”

And the minute I did

He grabbed up his kids 

And made his way into the hostel

Is it impossible to think

That amid all the Booze 

And the drugs

And the stink

That home is not a place or a box or a shelter

You’re family is your home

Ask Dorothy.

“There’s no place like it.”

Yeah 

Gonna have a 

good time

You real tight

 rope walker

Gonna have a 

good time 

Greasy smile 

talker 

Yeah 

Your gonna have a good time

All right

Gonna

Make a movie baby

Alright 

Gonna 

Sing my blues baby

All night

Wrap you in my 

love song

Yeah

Gonna 

Catch me 

when the mornin come

Catch you

 when y' home alone

Teach you 

when we're all alone

Yeah baby 

That's right

Song lyrics for acoustic guitar ( alt C,G,D)

Any given Monday you get outta bed 

Shaving in the shower race a yellow light red

Sitting In an office like a Little plastic egg

Praying to make a living

but The Man isn't giving 

A raise to a guy like youuuuuuuuu

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

So

Once upon a time on a little mountain side

There was a little girl who's daddy was alive 

They danced little dances and they played school

Till one day

they cops took him away

For stealing many bags of jewwwwwwwls

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Well

There was an old man  every day in the park

Who talked to the pigeons

and people called him stark

Like a loooooooooooooon....

But what they really didn't didn't know

The mans a war hero

shot  five times 

To keep alive

his platoooooooon....

Sailing in a ship of fools 

Sailing In a ship of fools

If you find yourself walking 

down 

These same old crooked streets

Down

the same old crooked dreams 

With

A mind that won't keep still

And 

All you can feel is boots upon the road

But 

not in a hurry to say that it's home 

When 

You're so far away but everything's close

And

Your pocket watch broken but it never shows

When all you have is 

You're clothes in a sack 

 you're guitar on your back 

Following the tracks out of town 

Yeah

You're clothes in a sack

You're guitar on your back

Making tracks out of town

Yeah

I just might 

I might come back

When boy meets girl from the other side,

Things were moving very fast.

No one could have ever imagined,

Things have gotten so serious.

Lots of secrets need to expose,

Lots of lies need to explain.

Hearts torn into pieces,

Don't know which way to go.

During that short time,

Things felt real, sadly its not.

Choose your man wisely,

That's all I have to say.

As you stare at your pigment in the reflection

You suffer from the images your adressing 

The long nights, the early mornings the depression.

Paranoid and suspicion by the actions you take

All the voices and demands telling you to make

Stuck inside with only death to decide your fate

Fantasising over comforting thoughts of suicide.

All the mindless sheep on the government's dick ride.

It's the tax that covers your freedom

But it's the tax that covers your freedom

You've sold your mind to your phone 

From nightmare to nightmare ,

to fuck you is to know you in some intimate way
and take that private part of you with me
to mess you up from the inside out
the way you tore up my love nook
swearing you loved me all the way
with each heartless pounding grind of your
badgering ram rod you stupid Tom Fuck
you gave yourself away
and now we play the fuckery game.

Coming into this post I was gonna put some big ol’ philosophical mumbo jumbo, some reason why we’re all hear blahblahblah. But there is no one reason why. Everyone is here on their own terms to do their own damn thing. I’ve just come to realize that not everyone does that. Not a lot of people do that anymore. Everybody just conforms into the mold society gives to us. I do that too. Anyway this is just a post, if anyone has read it, or finds it suitable enough to read, or has wandered upon it through their meaningless scrolling through Tumblr to find something awesome we’d all like to emulate, this is just a post, to say go out in your own life and live it. Every single person ever deserves to be happy. I feel like throughout this “civilized” lifestyle we’ve become accustomed to not being happy. That being miserable and living life in your own corner-room office space is what is supposed to go on. But just think about it. Take one giant ass step away from yourself and look at yourself. Is this where you want to be? Are you doing what you want to do? If the answer is “Fuck no!”, well you and me both buddy. You need to say fuck them. Fuck all of those punk-ass oppressors, whoever they may be. Fuck you school, or, fuck you grades. Fuck you standards. Fuck you expectations. Fuck you random ass people, though even though you merely walk in and out of my existence I worry about how you think of me just because. We need to go out and live. Fuck society, fuck humanity, fuck all these predetermined ideas on how everyone is suppose to live. Just fuck it all, even if we go down to the very basics of, not even people, any living thing, what is their natural purpose of existence? Do you think wild animals care what anyone thinks? Well if they could speak I bet they’d say, “What?”, because they don’t even care about the question enough to even answer it correctly. The animals are out there living to do their best, to make the most out of their mortal experience here on this place we call “Earth”. One simply does not live and freely choose to be miserable.

Live your own goddamn life and fuck anyone in your way who tries to stop you from being your own version of happy.