I love you, my precious time!

There's a place I try to go, so far from here
I close my eyes, I try to, to disappear
I look around in my own way
But what I see I never, never really know
I wander 'round until I feel it
coming on and then it's
It's time to go
I don't want to be here, falling out of place
Confusion's the consensus, fighting for my space

And then you make me open my eyes and come back
All I wanted was some time, some time to think, that's all I needed
I would have been okay with just a little time
My time not your time, you never have time

I want to know I tried
You're probably here right now waiting
Waiting for that moment to ambush me
Swallow my hopes, crush my confidence
Pull me down, pull me down lower than you ever have before

Just see if you grab my heart and rip it out
And then you chew on and spit it out
Throw it over the ground and stomp all over it
Laughing, laughing hysterically, tellin' me to do something

(Suicidal Tendencies, 1992, The Art of Rebellion, Can't stop)

Това е музиката, която ми помага да се справя с ужасните крайни срокове точно в този момент. Има такива албуми -- откровения, които вършат ЧУДЕСА.
(Хм, и докато пиша това и басът се усеща дори на бюрото, едно врабче на прозореца се опитва да е в синхрон и цвърчи силно?! казах ти, чудесата са навсякъде.)