I'm leavin' my family, I'm leavin' all my friends,
My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind,
Where the clouds are like headlines,
On a new front page sky,
My tears are saltwater, and the moons full and high,
I know Martin Eden's gonna be proud of me now,
Many before me have been called by the sea,
To be up in the crow's nest,
Singing my say, and shiver me timbers,
Cause I'm a sailin' away.
And the fog's lifting, the sand's shifting,
And I'm drifting all night,
Oh Captain Ahab, he ain't got nothing on me now,
So swallow me, don't follow me, I'm travellin' alone,
Blue water's my daughter, I'm gonna skip' like a stone.
So please call my misses, tell her not to cry,
My goodbye is written by the moon in the sky,
And nobody knows me, I can't fathem my stayin'
And shiver me timbers, I'm a sailin' away...
My favorite song to sing drunk...like now.
I'm just sittin' here in self-pity, critiqueing my social behavior in correlation to my sex/love life. I've come up with this. I have no girl friend because of...
1. I never leave the house, save for work, the bar, or the book/coffee shop.
2. I don't try because I have my ex girlfriends to fuck.
3. I'm a psychosematic agorophobe, resulting in heavy sweating, dizzyness, nervousness, and severe paranoia whenever put into an average social situation. Though arguments and fighting is absolutely no problem, but getting a loaf of bread is goddamn nerve-racking.
4. I'm a total pussy when it comes to "goin' for it" Unless I'm in one of my cherished "zones" in which I am a witty, charming, and down-right harmless. This usually occurs when I'm drunk, hungover, tired, bored, or for any other reason, not thinking to hard.
5. I think to much.
6. I worry to much.
7. I talk to little.
8. I hold nothing but loathing, contempt and disgust for the majority of the human race.
But, I do have my good points...
1. Hold on I'll think of some...I use big words. Sometimes.
2. I'm like a young, alive, thin Charles Bukowski. If you don't know who that is, don't talk to me.
3. I'm all yours. Heh.
Time to go sit by the swelling river with a bottle of Old Crow and sing Tom Waits songs to the moon.
So, who wants to date the Eyeballkid?
When I was going up the stairs
I met a man that wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish I wish He'd go away
My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind,
Where the clouds are like headlines,
On a new front page sky,
My tears are saltwater, and the moons full and high,
I know Martin Eden's gonna be proud of me now,
Many before me have been called by the sea,
To be up in the crow's nest,
Singing my say, and shiver me timbers,
Cause I'm a sailin' away.
And the fog's lifting, the sand's shifting,
And I'm drifting all night,
Oh Captain Ahab, he ain't got nothing on me now,
So swallow me, don't follow me, I'm travellin' alone,
Blue water's my daughter, I'm gonna skip' like a stone.
So please call my misses, tell her not to cry,
My goodbye is written by the moon in the sky,
And nobody knows me, I can't fathem my stayin'
And shiver me timbers, I'm a sailin' away...
My favorite song to sing drunk...like now.
I'm just sittin' here in self-pity, critiqueing my social behavior in correlation to my sex/love life. I've come up with this. I have no girl friend because of...
1. I never leave the house, save for work, the bar, or the book/coffee shop.
2. I don't try because I have my ex girlfriends to fuck.
3. I'm a psychosematic agorophobe, resulting in heavy sweating, dizzyness, nervousness, and severe paranoia whenever put into an average social situation. Though arguments and fighting is absolutely no problem, but getting a loaf of bread is goddamn nerve-racking.
4. I'm a total pussy when it comes to "goin' for it" Unless I'm in one of my cherished "zones" in which I am a witty, charming, and down-right harmless. This usually occurs when I'm drunk, hungover, tired, bored, or for any other reason, not thinking to hard.
5. I think to much.
6. I worry to much.
7. I talk to little.
8. I hold nothing but loathing, contempt and disgust for the majority of the human race.
But, I do have my good points...
1. Hold on I'll think of some...I use big words. Sometimes.
2. I'm like a young, alive, thin Charles Bukowski. If you don't know who that is, don't talk to me.
3. I'm all yours. Heh.
Time to go sit by the swelling river with a bottle of Old Crow and sing Tom Waits songs to the moon.
So, who wants to date the Eyeballkid?
When I was going up the stairs
I met a man that wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish I wish He'd go away
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And no big boys in florida or in any surronding state. It is a damn shame.