I hope my moose comes one day
I’d really like to know why I’m so prolific only at 2:00 am every morning.
Feels like you’re miles from here,
in other towns with lesser names.
Where the unholy ghost doesn’t tell
Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
You remember the house on Ridge Road
told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone.
If this is salvation, I can show you the…
You don’t understand, sir. We all were waiting for the correct lyrics to the bridge/closing thing, and while we got some sweet answers to the questions we’ve been having to the well structured verses, we wanted to know what the haunting, heatbreaking, beautiful bridge actually is. We all think we know what it says, honestly, but we want to hear what it actually is. And while I’m dreaming, please have a final show in BC because we’d like to hear you at least once while you’re still together.
What’s an Instameet you might ask?
Well it’s a gathering of friends, strangers and pretty much everyone in between. Come and hang out at #wwimslo this Saturday afternoon/ evening at Grover Beach- at grand avenue offramp, look for the Massive bonfire teepee and VW Bus on the sand, and warm up before taking a polar plunge
Just make sure to bring some wood! (BYOW) and definitely don’t hesitate to bring some food to share.
For more on the SLO instameet check out @mrsgrubby @jmeshe (at #wwimslo - instameet san luis obispo)
Reblogging for the stealthily placed switchfoot photo. Well played, Mr. Burkard
Meet me under the open skies, and watch me come alive. Part the rains and show the stars, and I’ll sit back in awe. I feel more connected to who I am once we’re together, and I can only dream of what it’s like when we’re actually joined. Maybe it’s fear; I am a coward some days. I feel it’s sometimes disbelief, and occasionally it’s it’s the immensity of it all that makes my mind bend in half. But the wet, cold ground and the blinking horizons are all I seem to need and we’re together. One track, one voice, one flowing emotion. One.
Maybe it’s the transition I don’t like- I’ve never particularly been fond of change in my own self. In others, I appreciate it. Why can’t I like it in myself?
But see, the first star that I saw last night was a headlight, but man-made never made my dreams collide with yours. And what if all I want is a man-made hoax of bitter goals?