Anyone can play guitar.

Grow my hair, grow my hair

I am Jim Morrison

Grow my hair

I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison!

TIME

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run
To catch up with the sun
But it's sinking

Racing around
To come up behind you again

The sun is the same
In a relative way
But you're older

Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way

The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell...

I just don't know why I directly put Pink Floyd Lyric on my first part of this story.

Maybe because I listening to their song right now. Idk really.

First of all, i really don't know what i'm gonna talked about here, but i just got a follow from someone that has watched Pink Floyd Concert for the 15th times. And it was like, hell yeah this person is really annoyed me. Honestly, i'm just being jealous of him :( his name is Stephen Paul Smith. But i cant find his own picture in his twitter account. But he is really entertained me. He always tweeting about Pink Floyd and the other great band in that era. Cool enough.