Friday, November 25. 2011
SONG: THIS WAS IT
So many chills and sufferings involved
Have spoilt the fun, the glowing memories
Of brightest days and velvet warmth and care
I've had my share in everbody's agonies
While scarcely recognising forced attention
But then again I feel the need to mention:
Expected to be bad and strict appraisal
Are chains and bars that no one can escape
So I keep walking through the dark of hurt
Still searching for a door that isn't locked
Ref.
'Cause this was all of it
This was the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this was it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This was it
(There won't be nothing else)
For these events, these minutes, seconds just
These moments when the melting is complete
Might be regained if music speaks a truth
That both of us accept without a doubt
Since this is me and speaking to - -
I know I'm such a failure all along
But still I will be always waiting here
For you to call an old and trusted friend
So frozen to the bone I think I were
Quite lucky to return into your hell
Ref.
'Cause this was all of it
This was the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this was it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This was it
(There won't be nothing else)
[If there had not been a Michael Jackson project
with this title, the refrain could have been:
'Cause this is it
This is the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this is it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This is it
(There won't be nothing else)
But maybe it's better this way]
© 2011
for devin, to handle it accordingly, ta!!
and to marc: yes it's much too lyrical again!
Have spoilt the fun, the glowing memories
Of brightest days and velvet warmth and care
I've had my share in everbody's agonies
While scarcely recognising forced attention
But then again I feel the need to mention:
Expected to be bad and strict appraisal
Are chains and bars that no one can escape
So I keep walking through the dark of hurt
Still searching for a door that isn't locked
Ref.
'Cause this was all of it
This was the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this was it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This was it
(There won't be nothing else)
For these events, these minutes, seconds just
These moments when the melting is complete
Might be regained if music speaks a truth
That both of us accept without a doubt
Since this is me and speaking to - -
I know I'm such a failure all along
But still I will be always waiting here
For you to call an old and trusted friend
So frozen to the bone I think I were
Quite lucky to return into your hell
Ref.
'Cause this was all of it
This was the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this was it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This was it
(There won't be nothing else)
[If there had not been a Michael Jackson project
with this title, the refrain could have been:
'Cause this is it
This is the life, the light, the might
And all the right I am to have
'Cause this is it
The whole emotion, ev'ry notion, deep devotion
This is it
(There won't be nothing else)
But maybe it's better this way]
© 2011
for devin, to handle it accordingly, ta!!
and to marc: yes it's much too lyrical again!
being in it
just a saying: i'm in pain
being in it, i mean
how strange that is
the way we put it
since we're not just in it
but it is forced upon us
from everywhere and
everyone knowing
the sun is not rising
it is the earth that turns
constantly setting us in place
where we belong
how strange and how wrong
we seem not to live in space
we seem to be on a flight
throughout our words
through our hopes and worlds
we keep on dreaming
and then again, like a shot
we're insane
© 2011
being in it, i mean
how strange that is
the way we put it
since we're not just in it
but it is forced upon us
from everywhere and
everyone knowing
the sun is not rising
it is the earth that turns
constantly setting us in place
where we belong
how strange and how wrong
we seem not to live in space
we seem to be on a flight
throughout our words
through our hopes and worlds
we keep on dreaming
and then again, like a shot
we're insane
© 2011
Wednesday, November 23. 2011
Nothing new
Some people are stunned, nowadays, that Frank Miller’s most recent graphic novel is racist. Well, face it, folks, this attitude is not new nor hard to believe in any way.
It is rather surprising that there are not more and earlier statements like this. An anti-islamic, and therefore anti-semitic position is one of the pillars western society has been standing on from the beginning. Silence and a tie to a guilty conscience have only muffled this in some places at some times.
The Christian world is literally defined by polemic demarcation towards the other.
(C) 2011
It is rather surprising that there are not more and earlier statements like this. An anti-islamic, and therefore anti-semitic position is one of the pillars western society has been standing on from the beginning. Silence and a tie to a guilty conscience have only muffled this in some places at some times.
The Christian world is literally defined by polemic demarcation towards the other.
(C) 2011
Tuesday, November 22. 2011
At a Bar
They asked me over to their gathering
and called it playfully 'A bunch of people'
But no one else was there except this guy
Who keeps repeating what you say
Then, later, came the fraud and had his first appearance
When, straight away, the waitress brought a glas
He zipped the wine and nodded into it
One of his most peculiar basic habits
And suddenly he threw a first few nuggets
Right on the table with my salad
Then took a run-up, dumping, flowing, spilling,
Pouring all his wisdom over us
And there it stays, not fit for any other use
Adored by some, a minute, maybe longer
Before it fades together with his grin
Revealing what he is, and where we are
© 2011
and called it playfully 'A bunch of people'
But no one else was there except this guy
Who keeps repeating what you say
Then, later, came the fraud and had his first appearance
When, straight away, the waitress brought a glas
He zipped the wine and nodded into it
One of his most peculiar basic habits
And suddenly he threw a first few nuggets
Right on the table with my salad
Then took a run-up, dumping, flowing, spilling,
Pouring all his wisdom over us
And there it stays, not fit for any other use
Adored by some, a minute, maybe longer
Before it fades together with his grin
Revealing what he is, and where we are
© 2011
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