bacause your imagination is always better.
It isn't the destination, its the journey
bacause your imagination is always better.
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I've watched The Dark Knight 4 times in the last 4 days. I'm obsessed with the Joker. ...more so with Heath Leger (sp?) 's interp.
::i've been extremely pensive... i could hit you all very hard with it, or i could give you the train of thought::
(random thought: it took me 11 years to get over someone)
(that has a quite unfortunate blow quality to it)
Joker
is heath leger (or however you want to complicate that wording)
heath leger
is a method actor
a method actor
is one who does not drop "character" until the "gig" is done.
-------------there are rumors, if you will, that heath's method-ness is a part of the reason he cracked and done himself in.
I like to be everyone
i actually develop new characters every day
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor.
Leave the death ledger under city hall.
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today.
Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.
Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain.
Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal.
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today.
Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.
Leave the worried look on your lover's face.
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain.
Cause everything must belong somewhere.
The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.
Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.
Leave the widower in his private hell.
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today.
Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.
Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage.
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.
Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.
Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here.
Leave the secret talk on the trundle bed.
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.
Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.
Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.
Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Just like the gold around your finger and the silver in his hair.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
In truth, the forest hears each sound
Each blade of grass as it lies down.
The world requires no audience.
no witnesses, no witnesses.
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.
Leave novelist in his daydream tune.
Leave the scientist in her rubik's cube.
Let true genius in the padded room remain.
Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today.
Leave the hot bright trash in their shopping malls.
Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.
Let the organs moan in the cathedral remain.
Cause everything must belong somewhere.
They locked the devil in the basement, God up into the air.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.
Yeah, You know it's true, why don't you leave me here?
-bright eyes, "i must belong somewhere"
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