Oh, What will it be, what will it be, that goes sighing through bedrooms that goes whispering poems and songs that goes combining all things that goes into their heads and into the mouths; goes down the alleys that is yelling in the hallways; it is nature composed piece by piece, what will it be that has not been fixed and it will not because it's never been true and will never be ... because there is no one there to measure it.
What will it be, what will it be, that lives in the ideas of enthusiasts, that sing the most delirious poets; in drunken prophets who swear; that it is where bored amputees; it is where the unhappy can imagine; Who is in each day in each crisis; Sleeping between bandits and the helpless. By all accounts, what will it be; which has no decency, and it will never have, cannot be prohibited and it will never be... Because it makes no sense.
Oh, What will it be, what will it be that no precaution sign can stop, laughing because all it wants is to laugh; and all the bells are going to announce; and the anthem of anthems will consecrate, and all roads will lead you to it, and all destinations will join there; that God himself can hardly prevent it. And heaven and hell will bless it, because it had no law, nor will it ever; nor has it felt fear nor will it ever... because it has no character.
Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be.
He left no time to regret Kept his *keys* wet With his same old safe bet Me and my head high And my tears dry Get on without my guy You went back to what you knew So far removed from all that we went through And I tread a troubled track My odds are stacked I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words I died a hundred times You go back to her And I go back to.....
Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel It's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day It's a new life for me Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
What happened to that trite old concept we used to call beauty?
I always end up putting photos on my wall because most stuff is just attempting to bug me into looking at it. Everybody wants to paint a wart on the forehead, so you will look at it.
"Here's a question that's bothered me since I was a child: why is it that the newer art is, the more creepy-looking it becomes? Totally subjective, but why is so much art grotesque?"
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O Que Sera que sera
Oh, What will it be, what will it be,
that goes sighing through bedrooms that goes whispering poems and songs that goes combining all things that goes into their heads and into the mouths; goes down the alleys that is yelling in the hallways; it is nature composed piece by piece, what will it be that has not been fixed and it will not because it's never been true and will never be ... because there is no one there to measure it.
What will it be, what will it be, that lives in the ideas of enthusiasts, that sing the most delirious poets; in drunken prophets who swear; that it is where bored amputees; it is where the unhappy can imagine; Who is in each day in each crisis; Sleeping between bandits and the helpless. By all accounts, what will it be; which has no decency, and it will never have, cannot be prohibited and it will never be... Because it makes no sense.
Oh, What will it be, what will it be
that no precaution sign can stop, laughing because all it wants is to laugh; and all the bells are going to announce; and the anthem of anthems will consecrate, and all roads will lead you to it, and all destinations will join there; that God himself can hardly prevent it. And heaven and hell will bless it, because it had no law, nor will it ever; nor has it felt fear nor will it ever... because it has no character.
Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be, Oh, What will it be, what will it be.
Don't assume becuase things are not always as they appear...
Obamamanman
Saved by Zero
Maybe, someday
Saved by zero
I’ll be more together
Stretched by fewer
Thoughts that leave me
Chasing after
My dreams disown me
Loaded with danger
Maybe I’ll win
Saved by Zero
Holding onto
Words that teach me
I will conquer
Space around me
Maybe I’ll win
Saved by zero
Maybe I’ll win
Saved by zero.
Presidential Press Conference
Back To Black
He left no time to regret
Kept his *keys* wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....
I go back to us..
Berea, Kentucky
Wax Tailor - How I Feel
On the stage please
They're all waiting for you
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Yeah, it's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Canah Chapel, Erwin, Tennessee
Gimme Shelter - Meat Loaf
Oh, a storm is threatning
My very life today
If I dont get some shelter
Oh yeah, Im gonna fade away
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
Ooh, see the fire is sweepin
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
War, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX7eM2PTrMw&feature=related
I love the singing. Here's who I am singing along with tonight.
Ohio unusual excitement yesterday, the neighbor has a garage sale.
I've never seen such a collection of new SUVs out front.
It may be a women's driving club.
Rush Limbaugh is a big fat idiot!
And he's not the only one. Hehe.
Rush is pretty thin now. Bet he's thinner than you, Juris.
Good for Rush; but being fat never made him an idiot.
Here's a question that's bothered me since I was a child: why is it that the newer art is, the more creepy-looking it becomes?
Totally subjective, but why is so much art grotesque?
Disliking someone or disagreeing with someone and calling them an “idiot” is a tacit admission of powerlessness and defeat.
There’s nothing so very wrong with that, really, in the grand scheme of things.
Everyone is powerless and defeated -- and an idiot, although some more than others.
Yea John,
What happened to that trite old concept we used to call beauty?
I always end up putting photos on my wall because most stuff is just attempting to bug me into looking at it. Everybody wants to paint a wart on the forehead, so you will look at it.
Mail from Bike Nashbar, your credit card info may have been compromised...
That explains the odd charges on Air India, the Great Britain Skype calls and the traveler's checks.
www.nashbar.com, great for bike parts.
They're offering us 30% off the next order, on their new hosting service.
"Here's a question that's bothered me since I was a child: why is it that the newer art is, the more creepy-looking it becomes? Totally subjective, but why is so much art grotesque?"
Because we are degenerate.
Bissage - so we're all in the gutter, and some of us looking at the stars?
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