Life of Gus

Glasgow’s fine, sunshine most of the time
The feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back

Well, I’m Kilerivagh born and raised
But nowadays, I’m lost between two shores
Glasgow’s fine, but it ain’t home
Kilerivagh’s home but it ain’t mine no more

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost, and I can’t even say why
Leavin’ me lonely still

Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
And then became one
Well, except for the names and a few other changes
If you talk about me, the story’s the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I’ve tried but it won’t let me go
And I’m not a man who likes to swear
But I’ve never cared for the sound of being alone

I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost, and I can’t even say why

I am, I said
I am, I cried
I am…

This morning, while reading through some notes on linear mapping, I decided to shave my head.  And so I did.  I don’t look half bad me thinks :-)  Haven’t had this style since I was 17 when I had a little accident at the hairdressers!

Change is good.

I’ll post a pic soon…

I wonder if Algebra has this affect on other people… perhaps they just rip their hair out!

And now I wait my whole lifetime
For you
And now I wait my whole lifetime
For you

I ride the dirt I ride the tide
For you
I search the outside search inside
For you

To take back what you left me
I know Ill always burn to be
The one seeks so I may find
And now I wait my whole lifetime

Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
And Im torn

So on I wait my whole lifetime
For you
So on I wait my whole lifetime
For you

The more I search the more my need
For you
The more I bless the more I bleed
For you

You make me smash the clock and feel
Id rather die behind the wheel
Time was never on my side
So on I wait my whole lifetime

Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
Outlaw of torn
And Im torn

Hear me
And if I close my mind in fear
Please pry it open
See me
And if my face becomes sincere
Beware
Hold me
And when I start to come undone
Stich me together
Save me
And when you see me strut
Remind me of what left this outlaw torn

Hear me
And if I close my mind in fear
Please pry it open
See me
And if my face becomes sincere
Beware
Hold me
And when I start to come undone
Stich me together
And when you see me strut
Remind me of what left this outlaw torn

“You may delay, but time will not.”
– Benjamin Franklin

5am and not going for a cycle. Going to bed instead.