domingo, 26 de junio de 2011


Well I, own this field, And I wrote this sky. And I have no reason, to reason with you.

I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered, but I'd understand that I'd never let it go. I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered, but I'd understand that the world does what it does.

And you never did learn to let the little things go, And you never did learn to let me be. And you never did learn to let little people grow, And you never did learn how to see.

But I whisper that I love this man, now and for forever. to your soul as it floats out off the window, To the world that you turned your back on, To the world that never really let you be.

I am lower now, and lower still. And you did always say that one day I would suffer. You did always say that people get their pay. You did always say that I was going places, And that you wouldn't have it any other way.

But I couldn't turn my back, On a world for what I lack wouldn't let me. But I couldn't turn my back On a world for what I like I need it Blackberry stone.

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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.