To get the water you climb a mountain, 'cause you're not willing to move your home. But it's not easy so you start moving the mountain, stone by stone. And it can take a liftime, but is it worth the frustration if you can't even walk a straight line before you grow old? So if my movie's a hit and my book is the shit and the public school system puts this on their list. And if my name is like stone, or if my songs are unknown, does my mortal existence just change in it's length? Or is it now that I should sell all my scriptures and long-shot connections? 'Cause If I can't see it right now, then I can't see it at all, and what pleasure can I get from a half moved wall? So spread the word, place an ad, rent a herd, call a doctor, place a subscription, fill the mailbox, take a collection, host a show, publish a thriller, send it down the river, create an army with that gold, you'll feel it's backing, and you'll think that's lacking, call it a hobby, and sell it at home.
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