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Mitch Hedberg {R.I.P} : I haven't slept for ten days. Because that would be too long.

George Carlin {R.I.P} :Are you one of those people who show up, punch in, pitch in, put out, clean up, punch out, head home, throw up, turn in, sack out and shut up? That's what we need: people we can keep in line. People making things so people have things to do things to other people with.

And you say you can't find the time.
[Josh Martinez]
Can't find the time, so where'd it go?
What exactly happened in the minutes of to-now?
[Sleep]
Woke up an owl, went up and down rollercoasters before i learned how to fly, gaining momentum creeping on the hills of time
[Josh Martinez]
On the hill of times horizons line starts to rise and shine as far away as the rays that blaze these eyes of mine
[Sleep]
It took tanatian razor blades and planes to take the time to get awake to realize theres to life than what you provide

There isn't much to say
so excuse don't come into play
so you won't stay alone
until your friends start running away
you're always running
so come on come one
Consider me a kid just putting you on
and every single time i see you it seems like you're singing the same old, lame old song
and you say you can't find the time
but you haven't got much to do
and you don't know how to dance,
and those books that you got to read,
and you haven't learn that life is hard,
but you probably get the drift,
and do you see anything left to do?
come on, we haven't got all day,
You say you can't find the time

[Josh Martinez]
And if you don't mean, then don't say it
even if you disguise it, you can't help betray it,
if you love it, then you leave it alone,
and if you hate it, you enslave it and make it your own
its a dagger in the heart you find a scrape at the bone
automated heartache attach sleeping pill to {benadryl???}
right through the night, and sleep deep,
despite the creeping feeling i've end up with nothing to write

But you say you haven't got the time
and the years, they slip away
you don't know where they go
and it seems like yesterday
and your hair, it starts to grey
and your memories start to fade
and you don't know where they go
and you can't remember yesterday
and you say you can't find the time
but you haven't got much to do
and you don't know how to dance,
and those books that you got to read,
and you haven't learn that life is hard,
but you probably get the drift,
and do you see anything left to do?
come on, we haven't got all day,
You say you can't find the time

And you don't know anything
how you got your fingerprints all over everything
its at my fingertips
but I have to finish this
when i ask you "what is this that we holding on to as myth" when I'm closing a casket,
what color is your grief? is a blackened soul you hide that's underneath your skin the consequence of common sense coming crashing in

life gets busy and lately it seems i'm neglecting the things most important to me
just trying to eat, not trying to get caught up in the drama by keeping my karma good, my karma stays sharp, master the art of smooth talking, and beat rocking, and gots to keep hopping, not topping the pop charts, but its not sloppy, and i heard a change in these carbon copies,
and i'm a nerve away from a whole bottle of rotten

and you say you can't find the time
but you haven't got much to do
and you don't know how to dance,
and those books that you got to read,
and you haven't learn that life is hard,
but you probably get the drift,
and do you see anything left to do?
come on, we haven't got all day,
and you say you can't find the time
but you haven't got much to do
and you don't know how to dance,
and

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