GreyMatter51

GRAND THEFT PARSONS - 2003 - VHS/DVD There are times when it's right and proper to simply bury the dead. This is not one of those times... Gram Parsons was one of the most influential musicians of his time; a bitter, brilliant, genius who knew Elvis, tripped with the Stones and fatally overdosed on morphine and tequila in 1973. And from his dying came a story. A story from deep within folklore; a story of friendship, honour and adventure; a story so extraordinary that if it didn't really happen, no one would believe it. Two men, a hearse, a dead rock star, five gallons of petrol, and a promise. And the most extraordinary chase of modern time

The constant bother of inconsistent weather Heat stroke pollution skin lung and testicular cancer Forever On my mind in a deep dark place in my subconscious Right next to severed babies and my own future sarcophagus Why is it that my life is so insignificant, That I affect so many decisions based on lies and ignorance The distance between my conscious mind body and soul Is so indifferent to my senses since I lost control some time ago These days my rhymes are so many and unappreciated Alleviating somewhat but unsatisfying, many deleted scenes That'll never capture the attention of the audience Meaning my meaningless trip means some

So many hidden puzzle pieces of my life cut down since I was 5, it only got worse inside. As the smoke began to rise - Catalytically converting me to cosmic entity status the apparatus got me feeling – (HIGH) Above the world, above the law – I'm a king in my own dominion When I escape it's on a daily call Commentary for the momentary withdrawals - I take from this place And erase the feelings of hate - and control I have in this plastic state Of mind, the fate – equals the density of the clouds that I create - and then I dissipate Into the evaporation of the bong session, mention habitual hash connection like Optimus Pr