Luyện nghe bài hát 1 of 4 (Thank You)

1 of 4...

My name is Ian Mathias
I was in 1-9-7-6, at Biosfet hospital, located in Long Island, NY
I am 6 foot, four I 2-0-0 pounds
I have brown and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and
and two parents, Paul and
In august of 2-0-0-1 I crazy..

This was originally not for consumption
This was made for four people... four people that saved my life
know who they are..
And ahhh I mean I could to be a thousand years old and never re-pay them
I don't think song would pay them
But hopefully by putting it out, push the a little further..

This ain't a for the whips (no it isn't)
This ain't even Rock fly earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
My name is Ian Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York
Seventy Six, before and after Chris... OK
In August of 2001 my seemingly brain bone, scaffolding imploded
I kept it on the hush, but tumbling
to the cold hard concrete on near bodega
for and soda, shook me to casper
Dizzy with a chaser, motor sensory eraser
tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing arrangements
Rose out a bog I'd never fished in
that abates separate foreign meds
While I use the hook line and sinker fishing
Simple primitive self taught, of soul, mind and body
but the symptoms rejected my modus operandi
So now it's one fish belly up, through mileage
Shrinks that get 250 an hour for silence
And, I'd be lying if I all of this
made even the slightest fragment of to me
real... Simply put
I don't know what happened, or still happening
I literally like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity
JAIME, I killed the and I'm sorry
Broke down in front of you,
but you lent a heart and hand that only you
one of my best friends and yes I'd take that bullet for you
That's my word, which is about all I have
TONY, I know you know I'm crazy, you told me
but did never bother you, I hold you as my brother 'til death
And I got your back if the drunk goblin step
for makin' a cat laugh, I was walking with the dead
KATHERINE, mother figure, sister, concerned be a limits
Letting me know I wasn't the one with this
offers for vacation, Chicago visits
Talked me repair of a head full of broken pistons
RIYAH, for the night movie rentals and the company I needed
An' you it, but I just wouldn't admit it
You listened to me about my issues for hours
Offer advice, gave me a hug when I was finished
Am I a jack of all trades? Nope... I like to write tho'
Are they I dunno..
But I could tell you that I only write down when I believe it
So take this how you want, but know I it
I want you all to know that I'm
Out my fuckin' crooked soul and never faced a monster like the few months
ever in my whole life... I I could explain this better (I can't)
But the pieces formulate it to anything even close to cohesive
So I guess is my feeble way to thank you
Four soldiers that extended sacred off the purity of kindness
I owe you all my life and don't argue with that statement
'Cause y'all I may not have a life to offer, take it

you
I wish I explain this better. (Thank you)
I'm for burdening your pleasures. (Thank you)
I love you all with all that's of me. (Thank you)
For helping try to kill what a mess of me. (Thank you)
Somehow, someway. (Thank you)
get you back someday. (Thank you)
Just figure this all out... So..

I guess it is kind of funny when you at it from a step back
How one man can literally buckle the same pressures
Other men operate normally
I have soaked this out all angles, walking through time
I have been over in my head, still I can't think anymore
But I guess some times, when you breathe, there are people there
to for you
I am lucky enough to have those people me
Thank you for me to not die
you for helping me to not die

Pocket of pennies, and a soul gone tilt
full of memories and a dream full of guilt