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I play in this band: [The Thundercats]
And most recently this one: {Walker}
If you walk away, I’ll walk away, first tell me which road you will take, I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day, so you walk that way, I’ll walk this way. The future hangs over our heads and it moves with each current event until it falls all around like a cold steady rain, just stay in when it’s looking this way. The moon’s laying low in the sky forcing everything metal to shine and the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case they argue; "Walk this way, no, walk this way." Laura’s asleep in my bed as I’m leaving she wakes up and says; “I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave. Baby don’t go away, come here”. There’s kids playing guns in the street and ones pointing his tree branch at me so I put my hands up I say “enough is enough, if you walk away, I’ll walk away” and he shot me dead. I found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues. It’ll pass away like a slow parade, it’s leaving but I don’t know how soon. The world’s got me dizzy again, you think after 19 years I’d be used to the spin and it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I’m always pacing around or walking away. I keep drinking the ink from my pen and I’m balancing history books up on my head, but it all boils down to one quotable phrase:
"If you love something, give it away."
A good woman will pick you a part; a box full of suggestions for your possible heart, but you may be offended, and you may be afraid, but don’t walk away, don’t walk away. We made love on the living room floor. With the noise in the background of a televised war and in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say:“If we walk away, they’ll walk away”. But greed is a bottomless pit and our freedom’s a joke we’re just taking a piss and the whole world must watch the sad comic display if you’re still free start running away 'cause we’re coming for you! I’ve grown tired of holding this pose I feel more like a stranger each time I come home. So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame saying: “Let me walk away, please”. You’ll be free child, once you have died, from the shackles of language and measurable time and then we can trade places, play musical graves 'till then walk away, walk away. So I’m up at dawn putting on my shoes. I just want to make a clean escape. I’m leaving but I don’t know where to...