July 27, 2011

Sometime To Return



I was in the big city yesterday, lucky enough to have a bunch of meetings (meetings = hope for bizness) and I found myself around the corner from where an old friend works. This person was someone, who, for the past few years, I have been very close to. As a result of the last few months of jumping on and falling off assorted wagons of vice, I had cut off communication... as I had with virtually everyone I know (except for immediate family).

Aside from  being on hiatus from my band due to the same reasons, this was the most drastic self-censure I had undertaken. This person had helped me thru alot of psychotic and personal "episodes" (and been honest enough to call me on my shit)  over the last few years, but, when I cut people off, I REALLY cut them off.

I swallowed my pride and visited them yesterday. I figured, the worst they could do was have me physically removed from the premises (I hadn't done anything to this person except cease communication, but ya never know how people are gonna react). Surprised to see me, even shocked, but I was greeted warmly. We talked for about 30 minutes, with yours truly attempting to explain the craziness of the last few months. As this person is no stranger to some of the demons that have visited me, it was very helpful and even therapeutic.

It went well and hopefully, when I am ready to venture out into the world of socialization, I'll have a comrade in arms again.

It's nice to have some real friends that don't turn their back on you. T'is a rare and noble gift.



Sometime To Return (Soul Asylum)
I ran the way
I walked a fine line
Wasted time or need to find
You will call and I'll take mine
And to remind me
I am fine
What you are is
What you see and
You see me and we can be
Something we can call we
We are we are
Doing the what-we-can
Working without a plan
I'm beginning to understand
It's getting out of hand
I have seen these do-si-do's
I've walked up on this road before
Picked it apart for hours and hours and
Hours and hours
Of turning
Tossing and
Looking and
Listening
To you and all the fuckedd up things you do
But you're doing the best you can
With every grain of sand
That's trickling through your hands
So catch me if you can
If someday comes early
Comes whipping, comes whirling
To take you for all you have learned
The tables are turning
Your bridges are burning
My destination sometime to return
Throw away your calendar and
Sign up your salamander
Get up and get down
Right in the town and look around
Get up and do something
Your time to choose it
Do it do it do it do it do it!
Doing the best I can
Living without a plan
I'm taking what I can get
I haven't seen nothing yet
If one day you wake up and
Find what you make up
Come and get me
     Come and take me there
Into your illusion
I make my intrusion
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
The hourglass is draining fast
It knows no future
Holds no past
And all this too will come to pass
Never forever whatever
If someday comes early
Comes whipping, comes whirling
To take you for all you have learned
The tables are turning
Your bridges are burning
My destination sometime to return...

1 comment:

Jon said...

Nazz, you're a good guy.