By and by, by and by?
Is a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?” —Will the Circle Be Unbroken, Christian hymn
Even though my heart is aching
I should be drinking a toast to absent friends
Instead of these comedians” —The Comedians, Elvis Costello
Oh! Hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o’er the combers, looks downward to find us,
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas!
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
A fixture in the city of lust
In the crowd of pain.
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says “we’re fucked up
But we’re not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame”
Jimmy died today
He blew out his brains into the bay
In the state of mind
Is my own private suicide” —Homecoming, Green Day (via longlivevoxpopuli)
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave” —Relient K - Be My Escape (via puppyspeaks)
I won’t cross these streets till you hold my hand.” —Swing Life Away, Rise Against
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;” —Hamlet, ACt III, v. i, William Shakespeare