No Beta
En lätt bearbetning av Bad Religions - No Direction
A sullen figure wobbles graceful like a toad
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
he left his thoughts of easy big points behind
he raised his torso and he looked into the sky
shouting his questions
looking for directions
"what do I do now?"
Now a confused sportclimber stares at the laptop tray
the stresses of rankings compound every day
he glances up to see the latest news of bleary
and gets ideas from the editors nasty theory
in need of affection
he craves a direction
his heroes offer him
Everyone is looking for something
and a few assume they know what it is
no one can live with the decisions of their own
it seems so they say to everyone else
to tell 'em what to be
tell 'em what to send
tell 'em what to confirm
tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively
until the world is all like them
A righteous sportclimber came and asked me to reflect
he judged my lajfstalj was sending incorrect
I don't believe in self important folks who preach
no tickmarks can make your life complete
prepare for rejection you'll get no beta or direction from me
you'll get no beta or direction from me
you'll get no beta from me
3 kommentarer:
Ha! Jag sjöng rakt ut. En omedelbar klassiker!
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fy fan va bra! skulle inte kunna säga det bättre själv...
Tackar för en utomordentlig trevlig dag!
Mvh Ted
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