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Land Locked Blues performed by Bright Eyes

If you walk away, I’ll walk away.
First tell me which road you will take.
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day,
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way.

And the future hangs over our heads,
And it moves with each current event,
Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain.
Just stay in when it’s looking this way.

And the moon, she is laying low in the sky,
Forcing everything metal to shine.
And the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case.
They argue walk this way. No, walk this way.

And Laura’s asleep in my bed.
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says,
"I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave.
Baby, don’t go away, please, just come here.”

And there’s kids playing guns in our street,
And one keeps pointing his tree branch at me.
So I put my hands up. I say, “enough is enough.
Hey, buddy, if you walk away, I’ll walk away,”
And that little fucker shot me dead.

I found a liquid cure,
For my landlocked blues.
Its going to pass away like a slow parade.
It’s leaving but I don’t know how soon. 

And the world’s got me dizzy again.
You think after growing so old I’d get used to the spin,
But it only feels worse when I’m stuck in one place,
So I just keep pacing around or walking away.

I keep drinking the ink from my pen,
And I’m balancing history books up on my head,
But they all boil down to one quotable phrase,
"If you love something, give it away."

A good woman, she will pick you apart.
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart,
And you may be offended. I know I was afraid,
But don’t walk away, don’t walk away.

We made love on the living room floor,
With the noise in the background from a televised war,
And in the deafening pleasure I swear I heard someone say,
"Man, if we walk away, I bet they’ll walk away."

But, you see, greed is a bottomless pit,
And our freedom’s just a joke. 
We’re taking a piss,
And this whole world must watch the sad comic display.
So if you’re still free start running away,
Because we’re coming for you!

I get so bored now of holding this pose.
I feel more like a stranger every time I come home.
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame,
Saying, “show me the money! Show me the money!”

You’ll be free, honey, once you have died,
From the shackles of language on this measurable time,
And then we can trade places, play musical graves.
Until then walk away, walk away, walk away!

So I’m up at dawn,
Putting on my shoes.
I just have to make a clean escape.
I’m leaving, I just don’t know where to.
Yes, I have got to make a clean escape,
Because I’m leaving, but I don’t know 
where to.
Yes, I know I am leaving, I just don’t know where to.

I will always reblog this because I was there and this entire set, song, experience was life changing.


A photo of John from the session with the renowned rock photographer Neil Zlozower, used in various magazines from 2006 to 2009


A photo of John from the session with the renowned rock photographer Neil Zlozower, used in various magazines from 2006 to 2009

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John Frusciante

—Going Inside

'everything that happens, it's supposed to'

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