About Me
Color... Inside, On and Outside the Lines...
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Band:John Lennon
Song:Working Class Hero
Album:Plastic Ono Band
"There's a shipment of frozen parts come in downstairs-hearts and kidneys and brains and the like. I can hear them rumble into cold storage down the coal chute. A guy sitting in the room someplace I can't see is talking about a guy up on Disturbed killing himself. Old Rawler. Cut both nuts off and bled to death, sitting right on the can in the latrine, half a dozen people in there with him didn't know it till he fell off to the floor, dead.
What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait."-Ken Kesey One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest
"Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
::With two swoops of a dagger, the letter V is carved upon a sign::
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous...Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."-V
"Black then white are all I see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine. Drawn beyond the lines of reason. Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy. Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me. Lets me see.
There is so much more and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities. As below, so above and beyond, I imagine. Drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind. Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line. Reaching out to embrace the random. Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow, to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin. I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me. And following our will and wind, we may just go where no one's been. We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going."-Maynard James Keenan
"We're given a garden and gave back a parking lot. We got about fifteen minutes to go before this audience starts throwing tomatoes, yeah! It’s not the end, there is more show! We got about fifteen minutes to go!
Survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud. No one’s immune, deafening bells, My God, will we survive ourselves?
I’m not an alarmist but someone should break the glass and pull that red, T-lever down. To get their attention start lobbing the light grenades that burst and blind them with the truth, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!
Survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud. No one’s immune, deafening bells, my God, will we survive ourselves? Survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked out heads above the mud. Wipe off your face, we’ve come this far.
Come on, remember who you are. Come on! Remember who you are! Come on! Remember who you are! Come on, Remember who you are!"-Brandon Boyd
"Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions and rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told and some choose to believe it. I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered, when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that and someone believed it and look what it's done so far. What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing? And what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic . Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name. Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? The voice might be one and the same. I've heard it too many times to ignore it. It's something that I'm s'posed to be. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.The lovers, the dreamers, and me."-Kermit the Frog
"The call to arms was never true. Time to imbibe here's to you. I'll tell you stories of bruised and blue, of drum machines and land slides. Just one more round before we're through. More phsychedelic yuppie flu. It's such a silly thing to do and now we're stuck on rewind.
Let's follow the cops back home, follow the cops back home. Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses.
The call to arms was never true. Let's take a ride and push it through suspended animiation glue and blame it on Apartheid. Let's spend the night in Jimmy Choo's. I'll give you coats and cheap shampoo. I'll give you nothing else to do and now we're stuck on rewind.
Let's follow the cops back home, follow the cops back home. Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses.
Let's follow the cops back home, follow the cops back home. Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses.
The call to arms was never true. I'm medicated how are you? Let's take a dive swim right through sophisicated points of view.
Let's follow the cops back home, follow the cops back home. Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses. Let's follow the cops back home, follow the cops back home. Let's follow the cops back home and rob their houses."-Placebo
"We gotta come to some new ideas about life folks ok? I'm not being blase about abortion, it might be a real issue, it might not, doesn't matter to me. What matters is that if you believe in the sanctity of life then you believe it for life of all ages. That's what I hate about this child-worship syndrome going on. "Save the children! They're killing children! How many children were at Waco? They're killing children!" What does that mean? They reach a certain age and they're off your fucking love-list? Fuck your children, if that's the way you think then fuck you too. You either love all people of all ages or you shut the fuck up."-Bill Hicks
"I love talking about the Kennedy assasination. The reason I do is because I'm fascinated by it. I'm fascinated that our government could lie to us so blatantly, so obviously for so long, and we do absolutely nothing about it. I think that's interesting in what is ostensibly a democracy. Sarcasm - come on in. People say "Bill, quit talking about Kennedy man. It was a long time ago, just let it go, alright? It's a long time ago, just forget it." I'm like, alright, then don't bring up Jesus to me. As long as we're talking shelf life here..."-Bill Hicks
"He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder."-Albert Einstein
"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us 'universe', a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."-Albert Einstein
