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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Maya Angelou

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“I was driving with Arrow the other day, and from the back seat she said, 'I wish we moved into that house we were going to move into.' A house we didn't move into because it was my boyfriend's house and we broke up. I said, 'I'm sorry honey. Why do you wish we'd moved in there?' And she said, 'Because if we moved in there, we'd find all the things we thought that we had lost.” ― Autumn de Wilde, Elliott Smith

http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/363379-elliott-smith

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GET OFF AT THE NEXT STOP By Gedu88 LYRICS

well i have seen you through days of red and blue i still know what to do

just keep it all much more calm then cut off both your arms and feed them to you

and then i'll have to go to the himalayan snow with the boys in blue

and i'll leave you a guide on how to be good when you forget cos now you never remember do you, oh

while the words i say, where are they today, involuntary and wise

a bible i can read in between the eyes i see you love to lie

and the ocean parts its doors and i'll be the first for i know a bargain when i see one

and i come back to town with a knapsack i come back to town with pain on my back but i'll be fine cos thats just what i do

i'll pick up the keys, pray to god you remember me, and i'll walk in through

i'll make you a nice meal, tell you a few jokes to make you feel, you'll be safe and you do

respond in kind, you like a few jokes of mine, yeah you forgot how much you love to laugh

then i drop you off, cos i have had enough, and this isn't your home even by half

you can treat whoever you want however you like the calendar is chaos 

and you lose all your maps for a while you never come back and then the curtains draw open

i turn on the time and record what i needed to find expect you were through 

and when i am let down i don't make a sound i just do what i gotta do

i love how minutes pass they're like horses set free racing to be

wherever they need to go whatever they need to do you can't hold them back can you

and fair enough you can't hate if you understand if nothing else i understand

and all i ever did was raise up a beautiful kid until they did learn how to stand

and now you know how to make your own mistakes for some reason you like the taste

and for some reason the scribe the scribe takes down all his notes and he frowns and touches his nose

he says one day you will see there's someone else you're supposed to be and this person isn't thee

the sky cracks open it's floors and i enter self made doors unlock self unmade scores

i'm not angry i'm not upset i've never been more angry and upset i regret

i'm not let down i'm not on my own i've never felt so goddamn down and afraid to pick up the phone

and i am not waiting no no not there it's already done i don't even care

cos i get through what i can nothings killing me yet you ain't been the first to try you're about fourth best

you gave it your best shot and i gave it mine mine was love and yours was pain and time

and now when i'm leaving train whistle bleeding into your mind into your mind

i'll do what i do i'll do what i do i'll do what i do and thats it

i'll be what i am, yeah myself's the only plan, a natural man

i won't stop, for you, for anyone

and if you don't like it, if you can't take it, if you can't be part of it, i won't call the cops

if you don't like it, if you can't take it, i won't call the cops on this train

if you don't like it, if you can't take it, i won't call this cops on this train

if you don't like it, if you can't take it, get off at the next stop

get off at the next stop

get off

get off

get off

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What I've Learned: David Bowie

Chameleon, 57, New York City

With a suit, always wear big British shoes, the ones with large welts. There's nothing worse than dainty little Italian jobs at the end of the leg line.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

Lester Bangs, the raging rock critic of the seventies, allegedly once paid his highest compliment to a band by saying, "You make me feel like a motherfucker from hell." I realized then that we were on different planets.

I don't expect the human race to progress in too many areas. However, having a child with an ear infection makes one hugely grateful for antibiotics.

I've always regretted that I never was able to talk openly with my parents, especially with my father. I've heard and read so many things about my family that I can no longer believe anything; every relative I question has a completely different story from the last. I seem to have half a dozen family histories.

Fame can take interesting men and thrust mediocrity upon them.

If I hadn't learned how to be a musician and writer, it wouldn't have mattered what I did.

I never knew too many rock people. I would get to a place, some club or other, and see all these famous rockers bonding. And I remember feeling completely on the outside. I regret that sometimes.

I'm in awe of the universe, but I don't necessarily believe there's an intelligence or agent behind it. I do have a passion for the visual in religious rituals, though, even though they may be completely empty and bereft of substance. The incense is powerful and provocative, whether Buddhist or Catholic.

The depressing realization in this age of dumbing down is that the questions have moved from "Was Nietzsche right about God?" to "How big was his dick?"

Make the best of every moment. We're not evolving. We're not going anywhere.

You're never who you think you are. Sometime in the eighties, an old lady approached me and asked, "Mr. Elton, may I have your autograph?" I told her that I wasn't Elton but David Bowie. She replied, "Oh, thank goodness. I couldn't stand his red hair and all that makeup."

They're never who you think they are. When I first came to America, around 1971, my New York guide told me one day that the Velvet Underground were to play later that night at the Electric Circus, which was about to close. I was the biggest fan in the UK, I believe. I got to the gig early and positioned myself at the front by the lip of the stage. The performance was great, and I made sure that Lou Reed could see that I was a true fan by singing along to all the songs. After the show, I moved to the side of the stage to where the door of the dressing room was located. I knocked, and one of the band members answered. After a few gushing compliments, I asked if I could have a few words with Lou. He looked bemused but told me to wait a second. After only moments, Lou came out, and we sat and talked about songwriting for ten minutes or so. I left the club floating on cloud nine -- a teenage ambition achieved. The next day, I told my guide what a blast it had been to see the Velvets live and meet Lou Reed. He looked at me quizzically for a second, then burst into laughter. "Lou left the band some time ago," he said. "You were talking to his replacement, Doug Yule."

I've always felt bemused at being called the chameleon of rock. Doesn't a chameleon exert tremendous energy to become indistinguishable from its environment?

Trust nothing but your own experience.