A story as endless as time, it is. one mind, five brains, twenty hands, and a sh*t load of complications. Once every other day has turned the once pale vegetables in the laundry basket into audiologically colored splashed fresh crisp confusion. I run my hand along the wall where the light switch used to be and get bit by a snake that crawled in through the house from a tree just outside the window. It throbs with the pain of a hundred year’s conflict and alas my friend’s and I struggle to enjoy each other’s company. It is only then that I gain focus and put the four track in a vacuum by the old road. An old man told me that the top shelf is too high, so I told him he better start liking different things then. And so when asked if we’re clean, we do try to cover up the dust that is all consuming. We can only do what we can and seldom do. We are the real burnouts from which there is no escape. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/The+Real+Burnouts">Read more on Last.fm</a>. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.