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It's nothing that... that you want that you don't have right now Is there really? I mean you don't think about things like that You don't want a sailboat... The only thing I'm missing now... It's more privacy that I'd like I would like to be alone more Like the phone rings too often There's too many cameras and all that And I've kinda accepted... but it's not me When these things are gone, I go back to the room And I become myself again Oftentimes, I pull down all the shades like I used to And just lay down in a room for five to six hours Just alone Just lay in that bed and get something back Some kind of juice Just being away from people is one of the most marvelous fulfillments A man like me could have Just the absence of humanity. Is a fulfillment so graceful that even God wouldn't understand if He invented them Which He probably didn't Maybe I should go and start a new wave Introspective nature with a bit of depreciation now Hopefully I'll find what I needed to say But while I'm searchin' for it, I'll just tell you I will (I will), I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) Do what it takes until I'm standin' Maybe I should go and start a new wave Introspective nature with a bit of depreciation now Hopefully I'll find what I needed to say But while I'm searchin' for it, I'll just tell you I will (I will), I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) Do what it takes until I stand still Standin' at a stand-still, sinkin' in the landfill Strugglin' to pay bills, everything just ain't real I go to step but now my feet are stuck (I'm trapped) I hope and I guess that I can run amuck Still, I said it (yuh), I meant it (I did) and you should I know I'm serious Am I dead if the sedative just makes me go delirious? (Huh?) I said I'll reach my goals, and I swear to you I will But if you read the polls, they all say I'll probably fail But I won't, I mean that, so don't you go delete that Tweet that you were sendin' my way hopin' that I'd read that (nah) I know it's hard to stand still floatin' out in cyberspace But stand here on the pink moon with me and you'll find your place That pink moon resides inside of my skull here And that seems to imply that I am alone here (I am) But I ain't goin' nowhere even when my badge fades And I forget my name and the power that I waste Maybe I should go and start a new wave Introspective nature with a bit of depreciation now Hopefully I'll find what I needed to say But while I'm searchin' for it, I'll just tell you I will (I will), I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) Do what it takes until I stand still Aquarius upon the moon, sitting on the scale of Libra Fighting with the urge to hide emotions and to share a heater He's been known to isolate, he's been known to hibernate He's been known to act tough even though his mind's at stake His moon, sun, and rising all reside in Aquarius He's obsessed with being different even though it be scarin' him He runs away into the pink moon in his skull And the constellations there give him the comfort to lull Maybe I should go and start a new wave Introspective nature with a bit of depreciation now Hopefully I'll find what I needed to say But while I'm searchin' for it, I'll just tell you I will (I will), I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) I will (I will), and I will (I will) Do what it takes until I stand still Now, what seems to develop is this Most people think that "I" is a center of sensitivity Somewhere inside their skin And the majority of people feel that it's in their heads And civilizations in different periods of history have differed about this Some people feel that they exist in the solar plexus But in American culture today, or in the western culture in general Most people feel that they exist in here (the brain) And there is, as it were, a little man Sitting inside the center of the skull And he has a television screen in front of him Which gives him all messages from the eyeballs He has earphones on, and that gives him all messages from the ears And he has in front of him a control panel With various dials and buttons and things Which enable him to influence the arms and legs And to get all sorts of information from the nerve ends And that's "you"
Writer(s): Charles Bukowski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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