jimmy (Vinyl Shaker): ...this city and her streets under the moon cold and alone.A child christened and baptised in blood and fire in the fight to stay alive.Beneath her towers and bridges,along her railways and freeways,the highest order is survival.There is no justice,no surrender or submission...only honour or death...in this city and her streets!!! *
05-05-07 - 04:43:32

jimmy (Vinyl Shaker): The pieces begin to fall : The pieces,they fall and they fall, on me and all around me, till i'm buried in the pieces of this.. puzzle's upside down, i'm turning inside out... to find a way!... *
05-05-07 - 04:47:22

jimmy (Vinyl Shaker): ...As a child i saw the pane glass shattered!!! The stones flew in. I saw it all come down, all around and inside of me. Swallowing our lives, destroying what we had, driving a great divide between us that even the power of blood ties could not defeat! *
05-05-07 - 04:52:03

jimmy (Vinyl Shaker): ...Throughout my life, the pieces just kept falling, "the same old story", on my head, turned my innocent blue vision to crimsoning red. So... *
05-05-07 - 04:53:26

jimmy (Vinyl Shaker): ...Do i know how it feels to lose the ones i love? Do i know how it feels to lose right at the end? You see,that it's just me... picking up the pieces... as they fall! As a man i see the pieces fall on me, all around me, it happens to everyone, it happens all the time. How do i keep the pieces from falling..? *
05-05-07 - 04:54:14