I’ve been busking about since young and fair
The atmosphere from onlookers, like skating on thin air
So unconventional, prior to the old smacking ways
That’s how I’d spend my entire waking days
Melodic riffs, dancing over bass lines
Harmonising daily, to some lonesome feeling ballads
Playing finger-style guitar, without any speeding **** hazards
            
Along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
In unlikely places, that you’d ever encounter or reach
A folksy blues musician, you can’t wait to hear
Independent, from a money-making machine, that’s so clear
A young black musician, singing ‘bout life’s rights and wrongs
With an aching intimacy, strings are strummed, to original songs
            
The overall effect is something like a blend
Of other musicians, with a depth and subtlety
More suited to the stage, than a street with a dead end
While the busking experience is fundamentally a freedom, luckily
Still taking a fading, battery-powered amp, with heaps of torque
Along with a flattop, down to the busy LA boardwalk
            
I think the best thing you learn from being downtown
Is how to be really optimistic, while still being on your own
Busking was like practicing with a metronome
It started pulling on a few chords, like not ever knowing a safe home    
Then, thoughts of ones life coming to an end, my tick-tock time
Then, I go back to playing a song, people tossing me, a silver dime
I imagine, how it would sound, playing along with four in a band
I’ve never really been dealt, a very good poker hand
Trying to re-create myself, like an over paid, auto tuned, music star
Well, as much as I could, with just a worn out, acoustic guitar
            
They say, I picked up the guitar at seven
At first trying to play lap style, just keepin’ it even
Because, I couldn’t reach across my scar torn body
Early childhood lessons, gave me a foundation in blues
After that, I wasn’t taught nothin’ by nobody
I just kept playing like that, what did I have to lose
I could learn by ear, until I heard the rings at the checkout
It would take a while, but I’d figure it out, what they were all talking
about.

Deathless is your beauty, evermore
Boundless than the sea between the shore.
Nothing near your likeness have I ever come to know,  
A beauty deathless as a precious stone.

Though no diamond and no amethyst
Has yet to cross my sight I can’t resist.
But I would spend my final breath and even sell my soul
If it bought me you for me to hold.

But I’m afraid it’s much too great a cost
When all required to desire's lost.
And for me to sit and wait in faith with bated breath
Won't bring me you but only certain death.  

For deathless as your beauty seems to be,
It is not deathless in reality.
Every flower’s powerless when faced with history,
Deathless only within memory.

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

My revels now are ended,
I'm a man of twists and turns,
With many words to say,
Though for sleep I deeply yearn,
I get no satisfaction
From either anymore.
Solely from your kiss,
Only this and nothing more.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I thought I'd find you weeping,
Waiting for me at the loom;
I thought I saw your headlights,
But it was just the moon.
Vainly, I drank up the sea,
And now I'm cursed to roam
The sands — again —
Alone

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

Break my spirit and clip my wings,
(I feel like falling)
Hold me down and feed me well,
Like the animal I am,
Don’t let me get up and see the worldX
KEEP ME TIED DOWN!

I am on the run, load the bullet into my gun,
I would appreciate if god can **** me and take away my pain.

Imagine not even being 16, and shot dead in a high school shooting,
(Columbine)
Imagine having your face ripped off, torn and ripped apart
(Ed Grin)
Imagine having all you lost, half your family killed by the  Holocaust

Ripped and torn at the seems,
Nothing left for me to see,
Ripped and torn and under appreciation, failing to communicate,
I am falling into the sea!

****** and doomed,
Running blind,
Possessed by the demon.
That lurks in your bedroom.
Are you okay child?
Or are you to busy being consumed!

Imagine being ripped apart,
(Apart)
Imagine being faced off!
(Faced off)
Imagine being blown apart!
(Holocaust)
Imagine being left alone and no one to save you when The possession starts.

This brings it down, to the part where I burn well, ***, drugs and rock n roll, to the devil I sold my soul!

No way, no room to run, to the end of all the kingdom comes,
To the lost of the fallen imagine being on the run, that you have to look over your shoulder every time you
Hear, someone coming!

Imagine