so apparently roy was attacked by a tiger .............same difference, this songs about having heart....and both cats are big enough to share this representation of a fighting spirit......might as well have said cougar as i wrote this song while living in a tent in the woods in the mountains of washington very shortly after an encounter face to face with one....but for the sake of the song i was trying to incorporate the enlightened spirit symbolized by the lion in the same kinda way as the phoenix......new life, perseverance, an ephiphany of your soul if you will..... this was the first time i wrote lyrics and music at the same time in at least 5 years after i finally escaped the bullshit cycle i called life in texas.......wasnt going to turn myself in by being at any of the addresses the sheriffs were bound to kick door so i could be incarcerated so i went on the run at the last possible second and left behind everything i owned in the middle of the night with the exception of a pile of lyrics 15 years in the making and a pack of clothes..... go figure everything that owned me also began to fall by the wayside and i got sober for the first time in my life and finally found myself somewhere between arrogance and humility frozen to the concrete or the boxcar in which i slept the farther north and west i got. so the first thing i did was buy this busted up 30 dollar guitar from an antique store window i just happened to pass about two blocks down from the scrapyard and the soup kitchen in the last city south of the canadian border i ended up in....i dunno if karma is a real thing, or divine intervention or watever cause i dont believe in a supreme being or deity. as far as that shit goes ive never been the gods or masters type but somewhere between the drug induced tarot card star guiding mysticism with paganesque symbolism/numerology follow ur gut instincts i started using as a compass instead of logic or reason during a near death experience/drug induced psychosis(hallucination/delusion)/ill never truly know which i had an impossible to deny run in with fate that resulted in a beautiful nightmare traversed by myself my lover and the voices inside my head that ultimately drove us back into drugs and within hours literally for me back into handcuffs and the arena of the political circus of the justice system where i played my shitty hand all in with schizzophrenia in hopes of leniancy and prescription pills to disappear from the 4 walls of my new home inside a concrete jungle of institutionalized fascism........well several detention centers and a trip to the state mental institution later i ended up back at square none with a squat tent a bottle of whiskey an insatiable thirst for drugs a lonely aching broken heart and 5 more years of supervision with random ua's and some questions relating to illusions of freedom and delusions of grandeur ive found peace of mind in never being able to anwser with more assurance or less causation than any other time as a teenage anarchist loaded with an arsenal of pen paper harmonica and guitar in a nihilistic battle of angst for universal truth and human solidarity for freedom i put my bets on probably losing like i do with everything else in a globalist elite bioengineered world of poison division tribal war and hate hiding in a mask of political correct fascist mind control being employed to divide all of us so very unique but truly one in the same instead of becoming a united consciousness of disillusioned and desensitized products of the misguided progress that exist between our common senseless nature and stand united in solidarity for freedom with unilateral equality to always have the right(for the sake of the fucking meaning of freedom) to say something that will undoubtedly offend at least one of the 7 -8 billion people on our earth regardless of its intended politically correct target.........but ill fight regardless til my last breath at least in a song for the chance that we may succeed or even if just to persevere...before or until the last star in the cosmos dies and fades into the abyss of whatever the fuck it is we labeled dark matter and black holes .....knowing with some peace of mind that if the thing that we can observe as a bridge between this and a higher dimension is theoretically proven with frequencies of force sound and light and not a mere concept such as time then i gotta believe at least in theory that all the noise we make matters more in the scope of infinite possibility to like the life condition of existence or the formation of a current past or future alternate whatever the fuck than any clash with police molotovs or revolutions stuck within the sphere of society.....and if not....well ill never know regardless and neither will you so viva la revolucion cause there is no power without control. but at least supposedly according to e=mc2 energy cant be destroyed and it can only be created by a living force of energy in motion....so in that sense rebellion will never disappear punk rock is worthy of the society it has become and a credible religion to us true believers... and my heart and soul will carry on with every other diy folk punk hxc street oi or any other genre musician shit or otherwise as a reality of the love and passion of the human condition in the hollogram of light we percieve to exist.......if you read this whole thing feel free to share your thoughts criticisms or insights relevant to the discussion of my clusterfuck existentialesque view on reality be it my own delusion dreams or actual plausible inevitability nihilistic or otherwise........or just tell me im insane cause thats what ive been thinking myself for years before today.....i was after all that four year old kid asking how we knew for sure that life wasnt a dream and our dreams werent actually true reality.....nihilistic dharma punx persevere. and if it does matter in the end social anarchy will win!