“Leave me down here. The floor’s got a better taste than what you offer me everyday.”
Thomas Edison
We’re singing songs about tomorrow, and how we’ll never make it there, but then we stay up ‘till the morning and pretend we never cared. Just because we’re sad doesn’t mean that we’re dying, but just because we’re here doesn’t mean we’re not trying. If I stay up every night hoping that I’ll die, how the fuck am I supposed to pretend that I’m alright?r
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William Bonney - Drug Lord
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It’s a different world. You’re no longer thinking about “special moments” and how the music makes you feel. Instead, the focus is transferred to the basics. You must play in tune and play correct/precise rhythms. Seems easy? It’s not. It turns into a performance of a Mozart concerto. It strips you…