martes, 2 de marzo de 2010


You’re warning me to get out of the way. Was the safest thing to say.
This trying to get out of a tight spot, Isn’t even worth a shot.
All of the world calls out at once Give us pain, it’s a friend to us.
We don’t decide for ourselves very much, What we are we owe to the fear of love.
Don’t bring it around, I’ve reached for that I’ve reached for that
Once it is found, It turns it’s back It turns it’s back.
What’s it called when you’re married, and you’ve fallen out of love?
What’s it called when the family you raised you don’t know at all?
Give us a point to miss, endings are killing me slow
I only ask for this,
Emptiness replaced my soul
Emptiness replaced my soul
My soul, replace my soul
My soul, replace my soul.

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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.