God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain

I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in Mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in Yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality

The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the Dreamweaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You'll just have to carry on
The dream is over

10/28/2007 11:28:51 PM

wat?

10/28/2007 11:29:08 PM

[Edited on October 28, 2007 at 11:31 PM. Reason : .]

10/28/2007 11:29:58 PM

10/28/2007 11:30:33 PM

Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.

Love me – albeit grief shall dim mine eyes,
And tears bedew,
I shall not e’en complain, for then my skies
Shall still be blue.

Love me, and though the winter snow shall pile,
And leave me chill,
Thy passion’s warmth shall make for me, mean-
while,
A sun-kissed hill.

And when the days have lengthened into years,
And I grow old,
Oh, spite of pains and griefs and cares and
fears,
Grow thou not cold.

Then hand and hand we shall pass up the hill,
I say not down;
That twain go up, of love, who’ve loved their
fill, -
To gain love’s crown.

Love me, and let my life take up thine own,
As sun the dew.
Come, sit, my queen, for in my heart a throne
Awaits for you !

10/29/2007 12:08:00 AM

i wanna be foretoken

10/29/2007 12:09:03 AM

??

10/29/2007 12:10:29 AM

10/29/2007 12:17:36 AM