Into It. Over It.
Urban royalty on Sixth Street.
Our clothes are finely pressed. My blue jeans won’t miss me,
but let’s go change your shoes.
Your feet must be killing you
and the car’s not far.
And everyone has something awful to say,
Just try not to pay attention, they’re all fucked up anyway.
And remember that it’s OK
if we don’t see eye-to-eye today
’cause I’ll be there for you tomorrow.
Steady and faithful as your anchor
trying to make the water safer in the wake of this town.
So take this with you to the west coast:
A list of some things I would like most.
And maybe you’ll find a few.
I’ll make it up to you
when you get home.
Steady and faithful as my anchor
trying to keep the water safer
in the wake of this town.
In the heart of my town
the one lyric that keeps catching my attention every time i hear this song is “and everyone has something awful to say, just try not to pay attention, they’re all fucked up anyway.” it’s the truth. no matter what happens, good or bad, someone is going to say something awful about it. because people, for some reason, like to drag each other down. whatever the motive. jealousy seems to fuel humanity in all aspects. why is everyone always wanting something they can not have? why can’t people just be content with what they have? i ask these questions, but does anyone really have the answer? does anyone really know exactly why it is that people do the things they do or say the things they say? do the people who do and say those things even know their own motives? is there anything that anyone can do to save humanity from destroying each other. everyone loves to bring their fellow man down. it makes them feel powerful. like they are in control. it makes them feel weak if they don’t succeed. what is success, though? i think mistakes can be successful. because we do, after all, learn from our mistakes. so what is it that makes people act four years old? is it jealousy? or something more?