“To express the thought of a brow by the radiance of a light tone against a somber background; to express hope by some star, the eagerness of a soul by a sunset radiance.”
—Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother, Theo, September 1888
June 2011
7 posts
“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”
—Aldous Huxley (via elige)
What's Up
4 Non Blondes
4 Non Blondes - What’s Up:
25 years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the whole world’s made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take A deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
What’s goin’ on?
And I say hey…. hey….
I said hey, what’s goin’ on?
And I say hey…. hey….
I said hey, what’s goin’ on?
Ooh, Ooh, Oooohh, Oooohh, what’s up?…
Ooh, Ooh, Oooohh, Oooohh, what’s up?…
And I try, oh my God, do I try
I try all the time in this institution
And I pray, oh my God, do I pray
I pray every single day for a revolution!
And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
What’s goin’ on!?
And I say hey…. hey….
I said hey, what’s goin’ on?
And I say hey…. hey….
I said hey, what’s goin’ on?
Who'll Stop the Rain
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Who’ll Stop the Rain:
Long as I remember
The rain been comin’ down
Clouds of mystery pourin’
Confusion on the ground
Good men through the ages
Tryin’ to find the sun
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who’ll stop the rain?
I went down Virginia
Seekin’ shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable
I watched the tower grow
Five year plans and new deals
Wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who’ll stop the rain?
Heard the singers playin’
How we cheered for more
The crowd had rushed together
Tryin’ to keep warm
Still the rain kept pourin’
Fallin’ on my ears
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who’ll stop the rain?
“Ask yourself: ‘Who am I?’ Invariably the internal answer will be autobiographical—an identity based on the past. It will be a description of a continuity from childhood through adolescence to adulthood which is all past memories and no longer exists. Memory is the mirror and we live on the wrong side. Seldom will anyone answer the question of ‘Who am I?’ with: ‘I appear to be the process of reading this page.’”
—Yatri, Unknown Man (via whiskey river)
