"and i'm all alone, but not for the last time, and maybe next time i'll understand,
and i'm all alone, but not for the last time, and maybe next time, i'll understand;
maybe i need to try..."

holy throwback!

idle hands are the devil's playthings.
give em something constructive to do please.
i think i'm gonna start sanding the deck by hand,
for philosophical reasons.
then, back to recording.
fuck me, fuck it all, let's just put it all out there.
goodnight...

positivity.
optimism.
the brighter side;
see it, be it.
i just need to see the good in things.

don't make nothing into something.
why act? it's not what you want.
find the happiness in solidarity,
get rid of the feeling before someone gets hurt,
take your lashings with a smile,
and move onto the next town.

this is your way,
do your time and leave humbly, and happily.
do not pretend like you're a fixture...

it's about 3 in the morning, and i can't sleep.
i've been up all night understanding what i can of lauryn hill and the subsequent ms. hill.
a youngster filled with talent and dreams turned off by the fame she sought, then made to look crazy when she rejected it.
an artist forced into the role of innovator, then criticized for her ideas;
be yourself, be original, but not too original, not too yourself.

maybe music just isn't meant to be sold?
everyday i feel closer and closer to that point.

she was simply too ahead of her time.
music and art should be for one's self first, above all else.
i feel this change happening, if not in the world, in me.

they call you a religious fanatic now;
too out there to function.
truth be told, you're only too out there for them to sell.
though you'll never read this,
i hope you can feel it enough you're in the right.
bravo, lauryn,
and thanks for the lesson, ms. hill...

it's not that i couldn't live without it, i could,
i just wouldn't feel as good as i could with it.
love is a drug;
there has to be a healthy alternative...