Inside the crash,
I hear the tires kiss the street and sing my name.
My seat is lifting, brings me closer to the sky.
The windshield shatters and the glass is all set free.
All of these changes are accepted though they're cruel.
And it's always fine or better...
Art and life really are the same and both can only be about a spiritual journey, a path towards a re-union with a supreme creator, with god, with the divine; and this is true no matter how unlikely, strange or unorthodox one's particular life path might appear to ones self or others at any given moment.
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
E' tutto inutile
Take the guitar player for a ride
He's hardly havin' been satisfied
Thinks is all some kind of death
Maybe you can help'em get over it
But you're so easily excited
It's like havin' a party and you won't invited.