first shoot with louise - the text is a bit much. i guess i was really in the zone

"That's The Way"
I don't know how I'm gonna tell you,
I can't play with you no more,
I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me,
My friend, the boy next door.
I can't believe what people saying,
You're gonna let your hair hang down,
I'm satisfied to sit here working all day long,
You're in the darker side of town.

And when I'm out I see you walking,
Why don't your eyes see me,
Could it be you've found another game to play,
What did mama say to me.

That's the way, oh,
That's the way it ought to be,
Yeah, yeah, mama say
That's the way it ought to stay.

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren't those tears that filled your eyes,
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.

I don't know what to say about it,
When all you ears have turned away,
But now's the time to look and look again at what you see,
Is that the way it ought to stay?

That's the way...
That's the way it oughtta be
Oh don't you know now, mama said..
That's the way it's gonna stay, yeah.


Ive just got to let lose on of these days. 
everything is so, so out of focus, its all so goddamn fucking off balance. my damn fucking light where are you.

you will be my secret. dont tell anyone, keep this betweens us. I dont want anyone to know. if they know they will look down on me. i dont need there sorrow. i dont need their thoughts of me. get the fuck away from me. you never knew me. you never will believe me when i tell you im happy.

I was happy once upon a time. then my sister told me my parents love had died. It was years ago, I was so young too. 

my eyes still see the past, i keep thinking that if i take enough drugs then maybe things will go back to how they used to be. 

why did they have to do it

Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.

Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between.

Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do. 

led zepellin