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wander
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Posted 12/20/08 - 01:14 AM:	#41
Cog...currently inspiring my absent ears. Good stuff. Problem, reaction, solution... What's left when we look around? I stood back and observed the crowd I saw voodoo and violence down to a science Gurus and mind control What's left when we look around? I stood back and observed the crowd I saw voodoo and violence down to a science Gurus and mind control My home town's breaking down But I'm holding out All that's certain - I am still alive My home town's breaking down But I'm holding out All that's certain - I am still alive Long time coming All unrolling Feed them song and Whole town's breaking down At the end of the day I know That we work all our lives to pay for a cage they own It ain't no coincidence that the whole world is torn into endless debt At the end of the day I know That we work all our lives to pay for a cage they own Violence: illusion they're using to rule us - building their Babylon No Other Way... Bridges are burning but faces are looking away People are yearning for someone to show them the way Tables keep turning and time is the price that we'll pay Fast cars and freedom, as long as you learn to obey Take it slowly While facts are showing Until we're there Until we all arrive Fear is the virus they use to divide us Hoping we'll all just pretend that there's no other way Bitter Pills... Unaware of the model I was taught to follow Baptised through the grapevine Rescued by a daydream back down where I found the open door The open door I was before The open door And from the maps that I followed Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed A bitter pill I swallowed cleaned my mind out so I could explore Plagiarised our reactions All my life an extraction But if I'm more than memories, Makes me wonder who I was before?
"I hope we shall... crush in its birth the aristocracy of our moneyed corporations, which dare already to challenge our government to a trial of strength and to bid defiance to the laws of their country." - Thomas Jefferson, letter to George Logan. November 12, 1816.

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Posted 12/22/08 - 09:12 PM: Subject: AWE INSPIRING!? AWE IS RELATIVE.	#42
Santa Claus by Sonny Boy Williamson II (Rice Miller) My baby went shoppin' yesterday, said "I'm gonna buy what you need for Santa Claus" My baby went shoppin' yesterday, said "I'm gonna buy what you need for Santa Claus, I'm gonna take mine with me, but I'll leave yours in my dresser drawer" So that started me to ramblin' lookin' in all of my baby's dresser drawers Whoa, that started me to ramblin', lookin' all in my baby's dresser drawers Tryin' to find out, what did she bought me for Santa Claus When I pulled out the bottom dresser drawer, the landlady got mad and called the law When I pulled out the bottom dresser drawer, the landlady got mad and called the law I was just tryin' to find, what did she bought me for Santa Claus The police walked in and tapped me on the shoulder, "What you doing with your hand in that woman's dresser drawer?" I hand the police a letter my baby wrote me, showin' where I should find my Santa Claus I just kept on pullin' out all of my baby's dresser drawers I walked out and left the police and the landlady arguin', said, "Look at the man done pull out all the lady's dresser drawers" Yes, I walked out and left the police and the landlady arguin', said, "Look at the man done pull out all the lady's dresser drawers" But he said, "I got the letter and show the judge The boy just tryin to find his Santa Claus" Oh yeah.

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Posted 12/27/08 - 04:15 PM:	#43
BLink182- Not now is a good awe inspring song that gies me tingles =] "This song is about when you die, and you've just realized you died. You're looking at your lady, trying to say goodbye, and you can see her and you know she's there, but she can't see you and it's too late." - tom delonge lyrics- Come here, please hold my hand, Lord, now Help me, I'm scared please show me how To fight this, God has a master plan And I guess, I am in his demand Please save me, this time I cannot run And I'll see, you when this is done And now I, have come to realize That you are, the one who's left behind Please stay untill I'm gone I'm here hold on to me I'm right here waiting I see, the light it feels good And I'll come, back soon just like you would It's use less, my name has made the list And I wish, I gave you one last kiss Please stay untill I'm gone I'm here hold on to me I'm right here waiting And take my one last breath And don't forget That I will be right here waiting Please stay untill I'm gone I'm here hold on to me I'm right here waiting And take my one last breath And don't forget That I will be right here waiting Please stay untill I'm gone I'm here hold on to me I'm right here waiting And take my one last breath And don't forget That I will be right here waiting

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Posted 12/28/08 - 03:41 AM:	#44
Slow ~dEUS Slow Would be the tempo of the restless soul You have seen what a listless life can bring Wait, and then you wait until he's waiting for The latency of everything Slow Will be the rhythm of the hummingbird The quick speed in the shutter of his eye On flowers you will pose and you will spread the word on how the world is slowly passing by Slow Entireness of your control Of the moment that is nearly standing still And wait for a minute and not a second more Unphased like a forbidden thrill Gently behind the beat We shuffle on ancient streets The reverb of time Is our vantage point We slept for a million years Lived through a million fears We are not nervous We will not ask for more If you can slow up I'm gonna slow up too Slow Like the kissing of a lazy cheek Like the limit and the deadline of the rush And words, words waiting for you to speak of getting lost in your eternal crush Slow Would be the tempo of the restless mind You've seen what a listless life can bring And wait and then he waits until he's waiting for For the latency of everything Gently behind the beat We shuffle on ancient streets The reverb of time Is our vantage point We slept for a million years Lived through a million fears We are not nervous We will not ask for more Pawns of the troubled times And kings of our petty crimes The minds will function With a small delay See what the past has planned The future's a beggar's hand The more we understand The slower our days If you can slow up I'm gonna slow up too The ever present ~Admiral freebee You know Norm de Palma? A local grocery clerk With an opinion About this town You've got to be a self-righteous Man or a clown With an ordeal That you'll be a bigger man in a bigger town There are few people in this town who believe That these roads can take you somewhere There are few ladies who believe in the clown and achieve The same goal which is the ever present The roads promise everything But the elderly say The only thing they do Is steal away your fuel There are few people in this town who believe That these roads can take you somewhere There are few ladies who believe in the clown and achieve The same goal which is the ever present Her infrastructure Designed by the devil Boy if you touch her You'll be living on a level Of safe and sexy solitude The fears for tomorrow Regrets of yesterday Twin thieves that rob us, girl From the joy of this moment This is my moment This is my joy But the angels spread out their wings Mother Earth is pregnant There are few people in this town who believe That these roads can take you somewhere There are few people in this town who believe That these roads can take you somewhere Take you somewhere Take you somewhere Take you somewhere Take you somewhere Back to the ever present Back to the ever present

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Posted 12/28/08 - 04:58 AM:	#45
Housewife (the converstation) ~Daan Housewives, My kind of women Don't act like a housewife But be a housewife Breath like a housewife Walk like a housewife But don't just act like a housewife Have diner ready Prepare yourself Touch up your make-up Put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking He has just been with a lot of work worry people Be a little gay, little more interesting Prepare the children Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces Comb their hair, and if necessary Change their clothes Minimize all noise Eliminate the noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, vacuum Eliminate the noise, (quiet) paradise on earth Try to encourage the children to be quiet Don't greet him with problems or complaints Don't complain if he is late for dinner Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice Listen to him You may have dozens of things to tell him, But the moment of his arrival is not the time et him talk first Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or other pleasant entertainments Like getting drunk Yeah, just like getting drunk Cadillac’s, Chryslers, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes In the modern world, everyone knows the price of almost everything, But few the value of anything Many value the valueless, but do not price the priceless Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above Cadillac’s, Chrysler, fords, Toyotas, Mercedes Maybe I forgot a few brands, but then don't worry It'll come back soon Little good things are simply ignored A good husband is a faithful man A faithful man is not always a good husband A husband today is a man who has a funky housewife Good Little keys open big doors Little doors open big keys Large crowds, huge sums of money, spectacular accidents and shocking scandals Large crowds, huge sums of money, spectacular accidents and shocking scandals The love for her husband is deep She would often do things for her husband Without ever asking him anything in return or even expecting him to know what she has done for him However, long she has been married to her husband, she treats him with respect and tenderness And she always dresses herself neatly and pleasantly, never extravagantly, nor vulnerable, nor Gucci or Versace My kind of women, housewives Respect and tenderness, respect and tenderness To be lonely, without being alone Is a bitter loneliness To be alone, without being lonely Is sweet solitude Fresh food and cold beer Loneliness is one of the most unnoticeable, And yet one of the most cruel punishments, Any human being could ever suffer Irrespective of one's race And the infinite joy and learning By her example she inspires her husband to be just and kind to all people And to live a cool and meaningful life She greatly helps him to do more and better work And with greater fun and energy She makes him feel he is among the blessed of men She is her husband's comfort and consolation She is his source of joy and peace A sort of joystick Better than any drug, she is his paradise on earth Loneliness is one of the most unnoticeable, And yet one of the most cruel punishments, Any human being can ever suffer Irrespective of one's races, religion, national origin, sex and even health and wealth I am hungry, feed me now Loneliness is suffered by countless millions throughout the world So damn hungry, feed me now Solitude is quite another thing Please lady No buildings, no pools, no gardens, however big and expensive Can ever replace the tender love, the true affection, the respect and cool funky feeling That the young accord to the old, honour thy father and thy mother, and thy motorbike Therefore, those fine housewives serve their parents in their own homes With love, respect and devotion, fresh food and cold beers are truly among the best of Mankind My kind of women, housewives

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Posted 01/10/09 - 05:26 AM:	#46
Dream Theaters "Octavarium", and "The Answer Lies Within" are two prog masterpieces concerning the cyclical nature of life and the real origin of truth. Check them out, you wont be disappointed.

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Posted 01/10/09 - 02:41 PM:	#47
I always found "Dogs" by Pink Floyd to be a brilliant song... You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you Youll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older And in the end youll pack, fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down alone Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that Im a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise If I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyones expendable and no-one had a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And you believe at heart, everyones a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a seat in the stand Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone.
Die Welt ist Alles was der Fall ist. - Ludwig Wittgenstein

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Posted 01/15/09 - 07:50 AM:	#48
Personally, I have always liked Dvorák's symphony no.9 "The New World" .

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Posted 01/27/09 - 04:07 AM:	#49
No awe from Beethoven?

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Posted 01/27/09 - 11:30 AM:	#50
Pearl Jam - "Yellow Ledbetter" I want it to be the last thing I hear before I die. @ Invictus: Actually I was about to add Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I decided to stick with my favorite.
"But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?" H.P. Lovecraft

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