Nothing can stop us

I can feel you dreamin' of me

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Location: Detroit, Michigan, United States

I never much liked the flaps over zippers, needles, ovens, lawn mowers, or swimming. I love my Les Paul, and every song I've written with or without it.

14 December 2008

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Captain, my Captain
We are reaching heights unseen
We are altering speed of sound
These meters measure no metric motion.
So if you please, my Captain
May we fasten to these gates
Our tongues are dripping with distaste
We cannot tell that which is clean.
Greatness is the sacrifice
These bearded men speak wisely
And their filters work in cryptic ways
So that if they steal away blindly
These stations remain unmanned.
So Captain, my Captain
If we scale the highest mountain
Will there be no obstacles
That will sustain our shrill anxiety?
And if the sea does reflect the sun
Then if we crash above the water
Will we burn, or will we shudder?
We test and leave no wreckage

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