fallfromgrace

I don't have anything to say, except I'm beginning to think I'm not panicking, that really it was all smoke and mirrors on sunday. people don't sound all enthusiastic and then don't call, even to just leave a message. everyone has 5 minutes in a day to make 1 phone call if they want, even if they work more than 40 a week. In fact, I think I read that Somewhere.

So, here's a song by Rocky Votolato he likes to call Alabaster:

on the outside looking in / i've never been able to crack the code / to break the secret spell / that would open up the door and let me in / to everything I've been looking for so hard I've never seen / but I feel my strength returning tonight / its flowing from the purest well to ever give water / It spills out into an ocean where the sharks are circling / a carnival of counterfeits has no room for something real

arrogance and ego wrapped around every word / shouted from the pulpit as a judgment to control / these were my roots my seed was thrown in shallow soil / I grew into the thorn bushes to be scorched by the sun / but I feel the gravel move beneath my feet / the smell of the gasoline mixed in with the trees / when my faith is strong I know my strength / the threats will be screamed when the vultures fell threatened

so I'll open up the door and let you in / I want to break the alabaster smell the sweet perfume / and when the bottle is broken I'll have nothing left to give / I'll know I'll already have everything worth having / but I feel my strength returning tonight / its flowing from the purest well to ever give water / it spills out into and ocean where the sharks are circling / a carnival of counterfeits want to crucify something real