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"The gravity here is just sick for revenge" Jim Carroll I just found out Jim Carroll died on the 11th, at the age of 60. We have lost a truly unique artist. I just wanted to honor Jim Carroll in some little way, for all the beauty he brought to this world. Rest in peace. Jim Carroll is probably best known for his memoir "The Basketball Diaries." However, he is also an amazing poet and musician. Lyrics to "Wicked Gravity" It's like my lungs are filled with chains . . . The sky seems so low, It hasn't moved this slow Since the virgins, since the virgins went dancing for the rain
They're like the holes in the cave Like the ceiling of a bombed-out church But gravity blocks my screams It's like an enemy's dreams My guardians quit They quit before they started their search
I want a world without gravity It could be just what I need I'd watch the stars move close I'd watch the earth recede
I wanna sleep where the angels don't pass But now my lips are blue Gravity does it to you It's like they're pressed against a mirrored glass
Where this gravity don't mean a thing It's where the angels break through . . . It's where they bring it to you It's where silence, silence can teach me to sing
I wanna hold you, hold you tight but never touch I want some pure, pure white; hey, we can nod all night We can do it without thinking too much
They think the pearls I wear are pills I want their gravity to shatter . . . but it really doesn't matter I got something in my eye that kills!
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked gravity . . . Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked.
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