When I worked out of Wilshire and Sepulveda you seldom could see the 405 from that perspective let alone the 105 and seldomer yet Palos Verdes. And the 405 looks like there was a bomb scare, where’s all the cars?
Schaffer the Darklord - Afraid of Everything (feat. B B Heart) Lyrics
Here comes the Cowardly Lion Watch him crumble into dust and powder, he's frightened Watch him talk a big game feigning he's the killing sort And not some blankie clutching thumb sucker in a pillow fort All locked doors, all windows barred Every little last thing leaves him feel a little more scarred Phobias unfocused, fears and ADD Yeah, he's afraid of everything- I'm afraid he's me
When all of it's scary, when bravery's buried Whistle past cemeteries, of daily dread we sing When heart rates will race, when fears never faced There is no place that's safe, you're afraid of everything
Yeah, I'm afraid everyday of everything and everyone I used to be afraid of the dark now I'm afraid of the sun I used to flee to basements, now I hide on my roof I used to fear the unknown, now I'm terrified of the truth Unruly groups of youths on the train Scare me more than growing older did when I was their age Afraid of day jobs, stray dogs and swarms of wasps Brain clots, but not as much as of New York cops Laser pointers and terrorists disappointing my parents And I swear it's terrifying my appointments with therapists Who wanna prescribe drugs that give me nightmares and shakes I fear my mistakes heights, thugs, spiders and snakes Fistfights, forests, floods, and fresh blood, missing flights and ERs, bedbugs, landlords, handguns, prisons, dentists, tetanus, epar, redrum I'm scared I'm unstable from what I've done to my health Knowing what I'm capable of- I'm afraid of myself
When all of it's scary, when bravery's buried Whistle past cemeteries, of daily dread we sing When heart rates will race, when fears never faced There is no place that's safe, you're afraid of everything
I get the chills when unlisted digits hit up on my phone I'm scared witless of both commitment and of being alone Horrified of my ex-wife, mortified by my sex life And of what I did the day before but more for the next night Petrified of failure, but less than of success Restless nights spent fretting about irrelevance and stress Maybe shouldn't have abandoned, ran away from my band Afraid of making fans mad, yeah I'm afraid of my fans! Afraid that my colleges find me the clown in their company And that the people I start fights with on the internet will come for me Worried that this record's hated, no one will get it And that I'll never have kids and that one day I'll regret it so the time between gigs I spend alone in my bed Afraid of all of it, covers pulled up over my head And wait for shows to play because being a fool on stage Is the only thing in this world of which I'm not afraid!
When all of it's scary, when bravery's buried Whistle past cemeteries, of daily dread we sing When heart rates will race, when fears never faced There is no place that's safe, you're afraid of everything
Yeh, like when I listen to Evanescence, I feel like I’m in desperate need of therapy, so I gotta scrub my brain with a few Judas Priest albums afterward. :laughing:
Really only 2 things. Not bears, cougars, planes or heights.
1st) Having a child flip off the chairlift and land on their head while being left alone with my wife (a slow skiier) so I can selfishly go off and blast hard. First spotting their unconscious little body laying on the ground directly underneath me riding the chairlift as they are getting a cervical collar in preparation to be putting on a backboard.
2nd) Being stripped naked, hung upside down and having my testicals slowly and painfully squeezed flat into useless jelly.
Driving on the interstate with 18 wheelers and crazy drivers. I don’t fly anymore after working in aviation for 9 yrs.
Waking up while driving. Sharks, pit bulls, rottweilers, black widows, alligators, wild hogs, and crazy people.
Was the pit bull wearing rubberized booties? Maybe the pit bull had no connection to ground? Maybe police have to tase hundreds of pit bulls daily, so after a few years, the breed becomes taser resistant? We have MRSA, so do we now have TRPB? Or maybe the pit bull has been tased a few times already, so it developed immunity?