Tonight I was sitting around listening to music and spacing out into the vast expanse of the internet when the song came on. I listened to the lyrics and hearing them for the first time I realized I had thought of this very line earlier today. I looked them up and then I saw it. There it was, right before my eyes, an admission of the words that came to me earlier in the day. It was the same thing I heard but now it was a song. A lovely song. What could this all mean.
Art Piece: Antoine Weirtz (1806-1865) The Suicide
This is the link to the song I mentioned in the writing. Copy and paste the link to your url. I have also attached the lyrics below the link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvAuAc01sI8&feature=relatedDEFTONES: Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)
This town dont feel mine
I'm fast to get away-FAR
I dressed you in her clothes
Now drive me far - away, away, away
It feels good to know your mine
Now drive me far - away, away, away
FAR away
I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]
And I dont care
FAR - away
And I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]
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