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SLASH
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC
STRIKE 3
(I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) 		posted on 01-06-2002 @ 7:56 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Aug. 00
This track is intended to feel like a hovercraft. The hope is to float over obstacles. But generally we're not so graceful. You can look at your life like a lottery or you can confront it like a boxer. Sometimes the quietest moments are the most violent.


Autopilot

Where is my autopilot?
I hope he did not forget about me
I need my autopilot
To handle what confounds me
Where is my autopilot?
I wish to shut me down
With out my autopilot
I'll surely burn out

My autopilot, my right hand man
My autopilot, my only defense

This world is tearing at you
This world wants to see you fall
Most times the only thing that you can do
Is keep your head and whisper, "afterall"

This world is only a moment
This world never made no sense
So take the lint from your pocket
And offer it like a sacrament

My autopilot, my right hand man
My autopilot, I know you understand

Where is my autopilot?
I hope he didn't forget about me
I need my autopilot
Oh right, now that reminds me
I killed my autopilot
He wasn't doing me any good
I warned my autopilot
I might one day...If I could

My autopilot, my right hand man
My autopilot, I hope you understand




AIM: SmarterChild

Write To Me Here

I think it all started with the Declaration of Independence -- the idea that we had the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That pursuit is what took America from the revolution to the computer age in 200 years. But the progress has come at a price. The obvious being the people that were exploited to make it possible; the not so obvious being us, the first group of people that were given no obvious frontiers to conquer. We hear stories that about the good old days that don't seem to apply anymore. It's a generation gap that leaves us without role models. But the bright side is that without role models, there are no roles. Maybe that's what the 60s were all about -- getting rid of the roles. But what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, what do we replace them with? Without any guidance, the choices become overwhelming. Sometimes it just makes everything feel hopeless. So we destroy our bodies in the search of an ideal. Try to salvage relationships that don't work. We feel we must do something, instead of doing something that we feel. It is the prison of self-imposed momentum, and the sad part is that we get used to it. It reminds me of a song I heard the other day. It's called "The Going Nowhere Fast." But the people I have met here have shown me another side of Nowhere. They've pointed out the beautiful irony that stagnation makes it easy to stop and smell the roses, if we just let it. What would we be if we had nothing to rebel against? Well we could finally be ourselves, the first group of people who stopped looking for the answers long enough to appreciate the questions. And all we have to do is to make our own Declaration of Independence. We can embrace the right to life and liberty by simply realizing that happiness exists -- not to pursue, but to accept. After that the only challenge would be to make sure with the rest of our lives that we weren't just another fad. I don't know, it's an idea. What do you think?



This message was edited by SLASH on 1-6-02 @ 10:05 PM

heyladiladi
STONER
ON THE SNUKA CBH ROTISSERIE 		posted on 01-06-2002 @ 9:57 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: May. 01

This is not
Static-X

Lines and the light stream
Screaming by me scream
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Haunted by your spirit
Undead by your spit
Taunted by yourself alive

Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning
I say I can't come
You say this ain't home
Hating this I mouth your name

This is not my life
This is not my home
This is not me
I hate this

Your voice in my mind
Come home it ain't time
Burned down
Not me you see me suffer
Solace to inspire
Lowness to my life
Taunted by yourself alive

Dazed and burning state
Hazed and spinning fate
Dazed and burning
I say I can't come
You say this ain't home
Hating this I mouth your name



I want a girl that smells the coffee ... I want a girl who spills the wine ... I want a girl with mangled hair and words that never quite define ... I want a girl with a short skirt and a looooooooong ... jacket



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