Well, it’s the way it goes like the hungry crows Combing the endless highway graves And like the drifter throws up his thumb and goes Hoping to find the high he craves
And like the ocean shows us what she knows just Down below the waves When you’re both the captain calling out and the crewmen crawling out Just looking up, amazed
Isn’t it always the things you try for can float just out of reach Just a mirage that fades out moments before breaking through the breach
Well I guess you pick your poison, and mix the oils and Water like it will Cause it’s a drink of joys and pains and toils Only the lucky ones can spill
And if you feel like running from the fate that’s coming for you Well you might just get in line When you’re both the engine turning and the sparkplugs burning out With just one more hill to climb
Isn’t it always the things you try for can float just out of reach Just a mirage that fades out moments before breaking through the breach And wasn’t it fall then winter, spring then summer twenty times at least? And doesn’t it all feel like the perfect sunrise, but your back’s turned to the east?
So raise your glass with me These days are passing us by No use in asking why Cause we’re all fastened to the mast, and Last I looked, we’re just casting hooks in the wind Like something is bound to bite Like the moth is bound to the lanterns light
Through summers long and winters cold May you always have someone good to hold, And may good fortune wait on every bend, And may your winning streak, May it never end
So, roll the dice, boy, ‘cause my money’s on you, Take my advice now and put your money down too, Because there's something in the eye you can’t pretend, And may your winning streak, May it never end I had my birth chart read last night by an Astrologer. It was fun and interesting, and affirmed that everything has happened/what I think will happen is right on track. The part I loved the most, was when he said that in the past 2 years, since September of 2013 I have had a lot of "Virgo Energy" around me. I have been more of service to others during this time period, and was beginning to stake my own claim. Then almost in the next breath he asked what sign Adam is, Virgo I said. He laughed, well that makes sense since you met him in September of 2013. He told me about the hard times I have travelled through in the past few years and that those times are officially behind me. I am entering into a new phase, one of creativity, love, and family. He actually used the term "wheel of fortune". Yes, thank you, that sounds wonderful. He spoke to specific things my heart is longing for - the most important of those is marrying that Virgo and starting a family. Towards the end of the call he started listing different cities/places that may mean something to me - Western Germany (I lived there as a child), and then he said Chicago. He explained that it doesn't necessarily mean I should live in these places, but that good things will come to me from these places in the form of people.Oh, Adam was living in Chicago when we met, I reply. It seems my 'winning streak' started the day I met Adam. I whisper quietly to the Universe, thank you, thank you, thank you.
no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied
no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough
the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here
