Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion

But I don't believe in or anything
I that you are gone and that
I'm some version of you around
Some old description in my memories
That must be your ghost form
Created every moment by me you so
Is it my job now to whatever's left of you for all time?
And to reenact you for our daughter's

I do
When I was a kid and that life ends and is just over
That a point comes where we no get to say or do anything
And then I guess just forgotten
I said to my mom that I hoped to do something important with my
Not be famous, but just remembered a more
To beyond my actual end
My mom laughed at kid trying to wriggle his way out of mortality
Of the inescapable final scream
But I held hope and grew up wondering what dying means
Unsatisfied, ambitious and

The first dead I ever saw in real life was my great-grandfather's
Embalmed in a casket in in a room by the freeway
Where talked me into reading a thing from the bible
walking through a valley in the shadow of death
But I didn't understand the
I thought of actually through a valley and a shadow
With a and a tent
But that dead body next to me spoke and metaphor-free

In December
After having spent the summer and fall traveling alone around
The that was spiraling into war
and mania, flags were everywhere
I was living on the periphery as a twenty three old
Wrapped up in doing what I and
it was and painting on newsprint
Sleeping in yards without permission and eating all the fruit
From the like Tarzan or Walt Whitman,
voracious, devouring life, singing my
But that December I was shaken by a scare
From someone who I'd been for only one night
states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
A young and over-confident animal night
The terror of the idea of
at twenty three destroyed my
And left me freaked out and wandering
Mourning the independence and solitude that defined me
my life is a galaxy of subtleties
My complex intentions and do not matter at all
In the of the crushing flow of actual time
I saw my ancestors as sad and
In the same way that my descendants will squint through a fog
Trying to see some polluted of all I meant to be in life
Their pruned by the accidents of time
What got thrown away and what gets talked at night
But she had her period
and I went to being twenty three

Eleven years later I was traveling again
On an from New Zealand to Perth, Western Australia
Very alone, so far away from you and the home we had made
I watched a movie on the about Jack Kerouac
A documentary going deeper the usual congratulations
They his daughter,
Jan Kerouac, and she through the history
She told about deadbeat drinking, watching Three Stooges on TV
Not acknowledging his paternity, abandoning the
Taking cowardly refuge in his
When she spoke I heard your voice telling me about the who had
Abandoned you as a kid and left you to grow precariously
And when she spoke I looked in her and saw you looking back at me
On a tiny airplane screen at the bottom of the world
I saw a resemblance
And I heard suffering
A lineage of bad and strong daughters withstanding
She had black hair and freckles and pale skin just you
And she the hard truth and slayed the gods just like you
I saw the cracks in the of posterity
I you so I went home

The second dead I ever saw was you, Geneviève
I watched you turn from alive to dead right here in our house
I looked around the and asked "Are you here?"
And you weren't, and you are not here. I sing to you
I you breathing through my lungs
In a constant stream of memories trailing out
I am dead too
And eventually all the people who remember me will also die
what it was like to stand in the same air with me
And breathe and why

And then
And the silence of space
The Palace
The blurring
But in my right now
gleams