I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Driven

While doing artwork, whenever I'm under a lot of stress I tend to crank the music. And my selections also go toward the harder side of music. To give you a sample of what the last two months have been like, this song has been in heavy rotation.


Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Yea, that pretty well describes it. So much for a summer.

Happy birthday, Geddy Lee. Thanks for the music.

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