the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Lost for Words...

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean?

But they tell me to please go fuck myself...
You know you just can't win.

Labels: Music, Revolving Doors

1 Comments:

RajpaL said... On Monday, February 06, 2006 6:21:00 am

Ahhh...

Great song - Lost for words - from
Pink Floyd's Division Bell

Haven't listened to these legends for a long time. Been too caught up with work, studies & life's general bullshit to take time out for myself. Might do that soon...a glass of Glenfiddich (Neat, 15 YO), dim lights, me, myself and Pink Floyd!

Just like Old times...Comfortably Numb

lament for icarus

words of wisdom

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance.