scattered leaves

this is silly, really.

I don’t care what the only youtube version on here sounds like, but this song defined my life for the past year (and then some), what I believed in and despite of all else, allowed me to believe in my personal dreams an make them happen. I usually can’t prescribe to one single band but they have moved me most since Mike Patton. lol. my god, this song kinda followed me to where I am. one that helped me stop and fall in love with what I saw and all the places I drove through. I lived a life so fast for the past year.. I wish I had it on tape. scream!

nonetheless. for what ever reason this one particular song I never get tired of and it somehow helped me believe that there was something else out there that I knew I could get to, that no one else believed in. or needed I guess. at least not how badly I needed it. my own ideas of my life and how I wanted to live it. who says you can’t get what you want? it hurts and comes with a price, but you can get it..

I wish I could give more thanks to this. to someone. I wish I could give someone, other than myself, the credit for making it through. I know I found it in me. But I also know so many who stood by, and they all know who they are… I love you. forever.

don’t you go looking so surprised, baby don’t you look so stunned. didn’t I tell you that a cold november’d come? and deliver the leaves from green to red, to blowing in the wind stone dead. well I never used to notice this awful quiet, and fall was just the calm before the next spring riot. of wildflowers and lunatic rivers -sweat jumping off of the skin of love givers.

scattered leaves don’t lie, aw’ now baby, baby, quit your cryin’. like everything that ever mattered, scit-scat scattered, like every love word you heard, but that’s just the way when you walk your days in the beauty of this world. pretty little disappointments all in a row, been about a year since you disappeared through my door, and now you come back with your head on straight, but I got no love or hate left for you now.

you must be the daughter of the late, late rose – I’m november’s son and I’m here to tell you, honey, what’s done is done, cause I’ve been claimed by the wind and the rain. I ain’t going back, no I ain’t no going back again.

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