pride and glory...

csak ultem es neztem. fikcio az egesz, de it's all about... logika.
adott a sok-sok helyzet, ok-okozat... s mindig azt hisszuk, hogy urai vagyunk a dolgoknak. mi tartjuk a gyeplot. pedig... nem latjuk at az egeszet, hiszen csak szereplok vagyunk a sajat eletunkben. masok eleteben is neha... ha engedjuk, s engedik. probalunk rossz dolgokat jol elsutni... s kozben a jokat neha rosszul sutjuk el. de eljon az ido amikor mar nincs menekves. mert a logikai hadmuveleteknek mindig van egy vege. egyszeru torvenyek segitsegevel kijon a vegeredmeny. s vajon kesz vagyok-e vallalni a vegeredmenyt?
ott van szegeny ember s olyan dolgokat csinal, hogy sulyed el alattam a fold... s jonne, hogy kiteritsem a szennyest a nagy kozonseg elott, hogy megovjam a kozonseget vagy a family-t. s kozben vallalnam azt ami vele jarna... de ugyebar nincs undo? s persze ilyenkor nem tudni, hogy mi az igaz, nemes, dicsoseges,...
s igyhat marad igazabol a... tomerdek gondolat ami vegig fut a vakszemem elott... csakhat egy-egy ilyen gondolateria utan mar semmi jokedv nem akar ram esni a felhotakarobol...

Waterline
I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, the more I think of the drama
So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room
Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
There's a vanity plate, wit my name on it
There's a Davy Crocket hat with a masonic fat cat under it
A musket rifel spittin' at my feet
And want me to dance in the middle of the street
And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
But I've offset the bell curve when I do it with so losin' control
Guilty feet do have rhythm
They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villian
Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon
And let the thoughts flood, blessed are those who are damned
When the levy broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance
A staircase to a hug with no hands
Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
We let the thoughts flood, we remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cuz there's a kink in the armor
A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
It's a family affair, the vanity we share
The water line is rising and we do is stand there...