Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments

And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself

I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind
I can never leave the past behind

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
‘Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
And given half the chance would I take any of it back?
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I’m ready to suffer and I’m ready to hope
It’s a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven found the devil in me

Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out
And it’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off

So shake him off

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
Every one a red balloon
Now it’s all over and I’m standin’ pretty
In this dust that was a city

If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

~ Rudyard Kipling

One, two, ready, go!
Grow some big feet
Holes in history
Is where you’ll find me
Is where you’ll find

All is Love
Is love
Is love
Is love

L-O-V-E
It’s a mystery
Where you’ll find me
Where you’ll find

All is Love
Is love
Is love
Is love

Some of you may have heard parts of this song mixed in with another that is popular as of late. For those of you just experiencing the original for the first time, please do so with the best audio system you have available (in the car, headphones, etc).

May it alter your life like it altered mine.

Hide and Seek

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes
this can’t be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won’t catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

mmm whatcha say,
mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
mmm whatcha say,
mmm that it’s all for the best?
of course it is
mmm whatcha say?
mmm that it’s just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
oh, what did she say?

That just happened.

It holds 35 darts.

Rapid-fire.

Bring on the office-wide Nerf Wars.

~ Kahlil Gibran

All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start

If there’s anyone near when we collide
We throw them in the middle, they can pick sides

As the plans turn into compromise
The promises all turn to lies
The spite builds up and I can’t get through
Passive me, aggressive you
I know I nag, I moan, I know
But with a plan like this it’s way too slow
In the time it took to get this bad
I could have made this work but all I had
Was the hope that pieces would take shape
And we could watch them all fall into place

All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start
All of this is tearing us apart
I don’t know where us or this start

your body aches
playin’ your guitar, sweatin’ out the hate
the days and the nights all feel the same

your heart’s on the loose
you rolled them sevens with nothin’ to lose
this ain’t no place for the weary kind

this ain’t no place for the weary kind
this ain’t no place to lose your mind
this ain’t no place to fall behind
pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try