Ive never been one for meeting new people or doing new things. Or eating new types of food or travelling outside of southern Indiana. Ive had the same haircut since 1978, and I’ve driven the same car since 1991. Ive used the same wooden comb for three decades. I have one bowl. I still get my milk delivered by horse.
(Source: thetvscreen)
Tous les garçons et les filles
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Se promènent dans la rue deux par deux
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Savent bien ce que c’est qu’être heureux
Et les yeux dans les yeux, et la main dans la main
Ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain
Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l’âme en peine
Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime
Mes jours comme mes nuits
Sont en tous points pareils
Sans joies et plein d’ennuis
Personne ne murmure je t’aime à mon oreille
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Font ensemble des projets d’avenir
Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Savent très bien ce qu’aimer veut dire
Et les yeux dans les yeux, et la main dans la main
Ils s’en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain
Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues l’âme en peine
Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m’aime
Mes jours comme mes nuits
Sont en tous points pareils
Sans joies et pleins d’ennuis
Quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil?
Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Connaîtrais-je bientôt ce qu’est l’amour?
Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Je me demande quand viendra le jour
Où les yeux dans ses yeux et la main dans sa main
J’aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain
Le jour où je n’aurai plus du tout l’âme en peine
Le jour où moi aussi j’aurai quelqu’un qui m’aime.
All The Boys and Girls
All the boys and girls my age
Walk down the street in pairs
All the boys and girls my age
Know well what it means to be happy
Eyes in eyes, and hand in hand
They fall in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes, but I, I walk the streets alone, the lost soul
Yes, but I, I am alone, because nobody loves me
My days are like my nights
In all respects
No joy and such trouble
Nobody whispers “I love you” in my ear
All the boys and girls my age
Make projects for the future
All the boys and girls my age
Know very well what love means
Eyes in eyes, and hand in hand
They fall in love without fear of tomorrow
Yes, but I, I walk the streets alone, the lost soul
Yes, but I, I am alone, because nobody loves me
My days are like my nights
In all respects
No joy and such trouble
Oh, when will the sun shine for me?
Like the boys and girls my age
Will I soon know what love is?
Like the boys and girls my age
I wonder when the day comes
Or the eyes in eyes, hand in hand
I will have the happy heart without fear of tomorrow
The day that I will no longer be a lost soul
They day that I, too, will get someone who loves me
Frankly I can’t tell if I’m getting better
‘Cause everyday I fall apart a little more
What lies ahead? No, I don’t wana see
It’s what you’ll find you look inside these sullen eyes
Fortune and Ruin
These times they are so trying
Too weak to stand on my own two feet
Too drunk to care
Live every moment as if it’s your last
Try not to lose your head
Because it’s easy to give up and it’s easy to fall back
I tried so hard to leave it all behind
It’s not that easy to let go when you know it’s right
Fortune and Ruin
These times they are so trying
Too weak to stand on my own two feet
Too stoned to care
Maybe when I open up my eyes
I’ll see the power of divine
I will prevail
Well I suppose you blame me
But you dug your own damn grave
Why, why couldn’t I have found another hole in the ground
Where we met such a long long time ago
I never led you astray
I never did anything wrong
Love to hate
These times they are so trying
Too weak to stand on my own two feet
Too numb to care
Maybe when I open up my eyes
I’ll see the power of divine
I will prevail
These years have left my skin engraved with lines of paths and passageways
that lead to nowhere for I take my time
I’ll swap the stories of my scars for but one ounce of what they are
before I make anymore mistakes
We are but creatures of the world, a universe made unperfected
wash away all stains its not worth any of the pain
He followed me around just like a pitch, black thunder cloud
Dustin was a guy who set the pace. He was a wise teacher. He was neurotic, troubled, hard to understand, driven, fearless. He put in play his grandiose visions and took them to the next level.
I respected him and where he came from. We were family. We had good times and bad. Love and hate.
We shared something so intimate that many people could never understand and I will never forget it.
Though we may have closed that chapter of our lives a long time ago he is still in my heart.
I’ve grown a lot in the last few weeks. There were things I didn’t understand until now.
Dustin strived so hard to live his dream and he did just that. He met the people who made his world. He didn’t fear failure. He didn’t fear death. He took life by the balls and didn’t take no for an answer.
He got the best out of all of us because he knew that when you have a true passion you have no choice but to be the best.
We were so fortunate to have had the times we had. There was nothing like it. I may never see that part of life again but I got to and it was amazing. Without one another we may not have gotten that opportunity.
Dustin was such a cool guy. A genius and a prophet of music. He was fun, funny and one of the best drummers in the universe and I got to know him well, play in a band with him, see the world with him, experience something so incredible with him. I often think How lucky I am.
No remorse, no regret. Just acceptance and love.
Now maybe as we move forward we can do it with a little more ease having achieved a peace of mind.
Dustin brought us to the height we achieved and now that he’s at peace he will bring us with him to that center, that balance in which we need to be complete.
About me
sleeping in tents. campfires. baking bread. acorns. chubby squirrels. noodle soup. machines. tattoos. science fiction. sex drugs & rock'n'roll. fighting regret. arguing without facts. fat cats. cigarettes & alcohol; money & guitars. highways & railroads. breaking hearts. thunder thighs. waterfalls. carnivals. christmas lights. wanderlust. vests & bellbottoms. deep thoughts. board games. collecting. talk radio. timeless portraits. castles. country roads. southern accents. abandoned buildings. ghost stories. pumpkin patches. nail polish. synthesizers. melody. overalls. true crime novels. movie quotes. jedis. dirty hands. watermelon. tree houses. swimming in lakes. bicycles. muscle cars. blankets. driving. farm houses. furry hats and quantum physics...
