Frigg’s Day Mood.

Highly Suspect – My Name Is Human.

I’m feelin the way that I’m feelin myself
Fuck everyone else
gotta remember that nobody’s better than anyone else, here

do you need some time to think it over?

Look what they do to you
Look what they do to me
You must be joking if you think that either one is free , here

Get up off your knees girl
Stand face to face with your God
And find out what you are
(Hello my name is Human)
Hello, my name is human
And I came down from the stars
(Hello my name is human)

I’m ready for love and I’m ready for war
But I’m ready for more
I know that nobodies ever been this
Fucking ready before

Do you need some time to think it over

So figure it out or don’t figure it out
I figured it out
The bigger the river
The bigger the drout

Get up off your knees boy
Stand face to face with your god
And find out what you are
(Hello my name is human)
Hello, my name is human
And I came down from the stars
(Hello my name is human)

Fire world I love you
Fireworld

I’m up off my knees girl
I am face to face with myself
And I know who I am
And I stole the power from the sun
I am more than just a man
(No longer disillusioned)

(I’m not asking questions
cause questions have answers
and I don’t want answers )

I came down from the stars

(So I’ll take my chances
And what are the chances
That I could advance
On my own circumstances
Said what are the chances
And what are the chances)

Hello my name is human
And I know who I am

(I’m not after answers
I’m not asking questions
So you keep your answers
So you keep your answers
I’m not asking questions
I’m taking my chances)

Tīw’s Day Mood.

Tool – Schism.

I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence
has a tendency
to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers,
between supposed brothers.

I know the pieces fit [8x]

Frigg’s Day Mood.

Pain – Coming Home.

Been watching myself in the mirror for forty plus some years
And seen how time makes you wrinkled and grey
Remember when we were young
We had all the time in the world
And our life was beautiful
We didn’t have a clue
As we’re getting older the more lies are shining through
And I’m busting my heart for the world
I’m getting tired, I just wanna go home

I’m coming home
I’m coming home

My head is empty and I need a break
I have to be hungry again to breathe and create
Life don’t come easy, it’s always the same
My brain is a ticking bomb
I’m getting tired, I just wanna go home

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Life’s not a dream
Nothing is what it seems to be
My brain is a ticking bomb
I’m getting tired, I just wanna go home

I’m coming home
I’m coming home