Some Things You Let Go..
And the air was full of various storms and saints
Praying in the street as the banks began to break
And I'm in the throes of it, somewhere in the belly of the beast
But you took your toll on me, so I gave myself over willingly
You got a hold on me, I don't know how I don't just stand outside and scream
I am teaching myself how to be free .
The monument of a memory, you tear it down in your head
Don't make the mountain your enemy
Get out, get up there instead
You saw the stars out in front of you, too tempting not to touch
But even though it shocked you, something's electric in your blood
And people just untie themselves, uncurling lifelines
If you could just forgive yourself
But still you stumble, feet give way
Outside the world seems a violent place
But you had to have him, and so you did...
Some things you let go in order to live
While all around you, the buildings sway
You sing it out loud, "who made us this way?"
I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay
Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe
Hold on to your heart, don't give it away
You'll find a rooftop to sing from or find a hallway to dance
You don't need no edge to cling from, your heart is there, it's in your hands
I know it seems like forever, I know it seems like an age
But one day this will be over - I swear it's not so far away
And people just untie themselves, uncurling lifelines
If you could just forgive yourself
But still you stumble, feet give way
Outside the world seems a violent place
But you had to have him, and so you did...
Some things you let go... in order to live
While all around you, the buildings sway
You sing it out loud, "who made us this way?"
I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay
Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe
Hold on to your... ...heart...
"Various Storms & Saints" ~ Florence + The Machine .........
Praying in the street as the banks began to break
And I'm in the throes of it, somewhere in the belly of the beast
But you took your toll on me, so I gave myself over willingly
You got a hold on me, I don't know how I don't just stand outside and scream
I am teaching myself how to be free .
The monument of a memory, you tear it down in your head
Don't make the mountain your enemy
Get out, get up there instead
You saw the stars out in front of you, too tempting not to touch
But even though it shocked you, something's electric in your blood
And people just untie themselves, uncurling lifelines
If you could just forgive yourself
But still you stumble, feet give way
Outside the world seems a violent place
But you had to have him, and so you did...
Some things you let go in order to live
While all around you, the buildings sway
You sing it out loud, "who made us this way?"
I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay
Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe
Hold on to your heart, don't give it away
You'll find a rooftop to sing from or find a hallway to dance
You don't need no edge to cling from, your heart is there, it's in your hands
I know it seems like forever, I know it seems like an age
But one day this will be over - I swear it's not so far away
And people just untie themselves, uncurling lifelines
If you could just forgive yourself
But still you stumble, feet give way
Outside the world seems a violent place
But you had to have him, and so you did...
Some things you let go... in order to live
While all around you, the buildings sway
You sing it out loud, "who made us this way?"
I know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay
Hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe
Hold on to your... ...heart...
"Various Storms & Saints" ~ Florence + The Machine .........
Psychic Warfare!
First thing that I did was buy a pack of smokes
Check into a motel and consult my horoscope
Sitting on the bed with the briefcase in my hands
Patiently awaiting any word from high command
Telekinetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking sister, x-ray vision!
Next thing that I did was tap out morse code
With a wooden nickel on the receiver of the phone
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken
By the angry spirits of Ronald & Nancy Reagan
Telekinetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking sister, x-ray vision!
And on the drums, Gemini
On bass guitar, presenting Pisces
On lead guitar, we have Aries
And on the microphone, Scorpio!
Last thing I remember I was crawling from the ruins
I don't know who's to blame for that, but I know who didn't do it
With every day that passes, it keeps on getting stranger
But that really doesn't bother me cause I get off on the danger
Telekinetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking sister, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite, psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking, x-ray vision!
Too Many Books..
"Can't a man do anything without a reason? Just like that, because he wants to?"
"This is true happiness: to have no ambition. To live and to work like a horse as if you had every ambition. To live far from men, not to need them and yet to love them. To take part in the Christmas festivities and, after eating and drinking well, to escape on your own far from all the snares, to have the stars above, the land to your left and the sea to your right: and to realize of a sudden that, in your heart, life has accomplished its final miracle: it has become a fairy tale."
"Woman is a fresh spring. You lean over her, you see your reflection and you drink; you drink until your bones crack. Then there's another who comes, and he's thirsty, too; he bends over her, he sees his reflection and he drinks. Then a third... A fresh spring, that's what she is, and she's a woman too..."
"Man's heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink."
"We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm."
"Art is, in fact, a magic incantation. Obscure homicidal forces lurk in our entrails, deadly impulses to kill, destroy, hate, dishonor. Then art appears with its sweet piping and delivers us."
"Every man has his folly, but the greatest folly of all, in my view, is not to have one."
"All the little virtues which are so useful are lacking in him. All he has is an uncomfortable, dangerous virtue which is hard to satisfy and which urges him continually and irresistibly towards the utmost limits, towards the abyss."
"As a child, then, I had almost fallen into the well. When grown up, I nearly fell into the word "eternity," and into quite a number of other words too - "love," "hope," "country," "God." As each word was conquered and left behind, I had the feeling that I had escaped a danger and made some progress. But no, I was only changing words and calling it deliverance."
"How do you expect to get the better of a devil if you don't turn into a devil-and-a-half yourself?"
"I feel I shan't even go on asking that! Whether a man's good or bad, I'm sorry for him, for all of 'em. The sight of a man just rends my insides, even if I act as though I don't care a damn! There he is, poor devil, I think; he also eats and drinks and makes love and is frightened, whoever he is: he has his God and his devil just the same, and he'll peg out and lie as stiff as a board beneath the ground and be food for worms, just the same. Poor devil! We're all brothers! All worm meat!"
"Would God sit over the earthworms and keep count of everything they do? And get angry and storm and fret himself silly because one went astray with the female earthworm next door or swallowed a mouthful of meat on Good Friday? Bah! Get away with you, all you soup-swilling priests! Bah!"
"Reason, the eternal grocer, laughs at the soul, as we ourselves laugh at witches and old women who cast spells."
"I come and go on earth, visit those who were dear to me, but their hearts are closed. Where can I enter? How can I bring myself to life? I turn in a circle like a dog going round and round a house where all the doors are locked and barred. Ah! if only I could live free, and not have to cling like a drowning man to your warm and living bodies!"
'ZORBA THE GREEK' ~Nikos Kazanatzakis
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