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"...pensai che potevo trovare lavoro in qualche stazione di rifornimento a mettere benzina e olio nelle macchine.Ma non m'importava che genere di lavoro.Fintanto che loro non mi conoscevano e io non conoscevo loro.Quello che dovevo fare,pensai,era far finta di essere sordomuto.Così mi sarei risparmiato tutte quelle chiacchiere idiote e senza sugo.Se qualcuno voleva dirmi qualche cosa,doveva scrivermelo su un pezzo di carta e ficcarmelo sotto il naso.Dopo un po' ne avrebbero avute piene le tasche,e per il resto della mia vita non avrei più sentito chiacchiere." p226........................................................ ..........The Artist In The Ambulance..Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger And I realize that empty words are not enough I'm left here with the question of just What have I to show except the promises I never kept? I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets I hope that I will never let you down I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and Rhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of always talking when there's no change Rhetoric can't raise the dead I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not followLate night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance Can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and soundGREY MATTER_Bite the tongue, to live with what you've done. It's so good. Lie to myself while I lie with myself. It's Monday and it's raining. It's Sunday in the sun. It's so good, but... Would it be so bad, if you were to pretend that you were so happy? Keep it to yourself, don't let the secret go. If you were so willing. But let's pray for this suicide and all these pictures falling down around me. I've surrounded myself with all I have inside. Would I bite my tongue, and live with what you've done? Just continue sleeping? Selfishly consumed with everything you've wrought. There's nothing I can do. But let's pray for this suicide and all these pictures falling down. One wish full, step to the side. And please just let me know... Are you happy? I'll decide. These stories are so old, how they match your eyes. But let's pray for this suicide and all these pictures falling down. One wish full, step to the side and pick these pictures from the ground that surround meNate