My saviours

I’ve seen the patron saints
for the handsome, rich and tall
I felt so out of place
appealing and appealed
They got on private planes
and there was no one left to call cause there ain’t

no surrogate saviour for my soul
there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll
and common folk

I stood and watched the parade
crowded in the back
I couldn’t see a thing
with my patriotic flag
the huddled masses and the
disillusioned in the rain, wondering
what America mourns
when I felt so out of place, there ain’t

no surrogate saviour for my soul
there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll
for rock and roll

Sometimes I feel lonely
devilish and old
as if my congregation
were the bitter cold
and my hymnal
feels like it’s got holes
christ alone could save this derelict soul

there’s a park downtown
where the homeless get ignored, where the church
next door is a crowd
singing blessed “Blessed are the poor”,
mercedes drive away
muttering, “druggies, drunks, and whores”, but his
bumper sticker displays
“my driver is the lord” there ain’t

no surrogate saviour for my soul
there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll
for rock and roll

alt vs. 3
there’s a park downtown
where the homeless get ignored, where your church
next door is a crowd
singing blessed “Blessed are the poor”, and your
bumper sticker displays
that your driver is the lord but jesus
christ he spent most of his days
with folks you call “losers, drunks, and whores”

There’s a patron saint for living
and a patron saint for death
a patron saint for young and for the old
oh lord, I get so lonely
I get so depressed
cause there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll

Is feeling full of (wholes?)
christ alone could know

one who could know

the shadow of the steeple
would never find me here

christ alone could reach me
in the pain of all these years
there ain’t no surrogate saviour for my soul
there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll

sometimes I get so lonely
I feel so all alone
cause there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll

the druggies and the drunkards
the burnouts and the whores
I feel like I have lost most of my soul
christ alone could reach me

on the
cause there ain’t no patron saint for rock and

There’s a park downtown
in the shadow of the church
There’s a park downtown
where the homeless

the congregation here
is a hunger in the cold
the congregation here
is where christ

blessed are the poor

(Lyrics according to LOBH)

I spent the night in hospital last night after a pretty horrific allergic reaction. Cannot express my gratitude for my wonderful girlfriend, who held my hand every step of the way and rubbed my back whilst I cried from the pain. I don’t know what I would have done without her- given that my parents live literally thousands of miles away, Pandora is all I have and the fact that she stayed with me all night long in the horrible bright hospital corridor because they didn’t have space on the wards, I think she’s pretty amazing. I wasn’t able to sleep for a number of reasons, and the way she sat there with me and cheered me up and just cuddled me meant so much. Also, shout out to the wonderful nurse who didn’t give a shit that Pand got in bed with me- you are this nations backbone!
You are my saviour, baby, and I cannot tell you how lucky I feel to have you in my life. I love you.
-K

2
some things never change

drew this back in july when i got really tired of painting

i’ve already accomplished my goal: finish the lineart

This is a Rebel Love Song~

Skye sighs as he walks down the sidewalk, head down. The night around him was slightly nippy, but it was nice. It was always nicer out at night. The stars, the dark, the cold. Everything. He couldn’t stand life sometimes. Maybe life would be better of lived in total nightfall.

He had been so wrapped up in his silent rant that he hadnt seen the taller male, colliding directly with him.

"Shit I’m sorry." He said, grabbing the others arm before he could fall.

8
"My mom's coming to get me. Both of them."