Wednesday, July 29, 2009


All things must come to and end
It is an inevitable part of the cycle of existence
All things must conclude
Take the analogy of a tree that grows in Brooklyn
Among the steel and concrete
With all its glorious branches and leaves
One day it too will pass on its legacy
Through the seeds it drops to the ground
And as the wind carries these seeds and they take root
A new life will begin for each one of them as they stand as a monument
For the one that came above

One of my favorite albums of all time. You're out of your mind to not have the full thing.