Ghetto, by Akon:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg31NpBlxH8
These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down)
And there's no one to hold on too
And there's no one to pull you out
You keep on fallin (falling)
And no one can hear you callin
So you end up self destructing................
Lyrics
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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1 comment:
On the other hand....
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road--
Only wind trails upon the sea.
Antonio Machado
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