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Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Amused To Death - Roger Waters
Doctor, Doctor, what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
what is the heart life of a color tv
what is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooooh western woman, Ooooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detatchment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle
Ooooh western woman, Oooooh western girl
This supermarket life is getting long
what is the heart life of a color tv
what is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooooh western woman, Ooooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detatchment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle
Ooooh western woman, Oooooh western girl
And the children of Melrose strut their stuff
is absolute zero cold enough
and out in the valley, warm and clean
the little ones sit by their tv screen
no thoughts to think, no tears to cry
all sucked dry, down to the very last breathe
bartender what is wrong with me,
why am i so out of breathe
the captain said excuse me ma'am
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
it has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
we watched a tragedy unfold
we did as we were told
we bought and sold
it was the greatest show on earth
but then it was over
we ohhed and awed
we drove our racing cars
we ate our last few jars of caviar
and somewhere out there in the stars
a keen eyed look out
spied a flickering light
our last hurrah
our last hurrah
and when they found our shadows
grouped round the tv sets
they ran down every lead
they repeated every test
they checked out all the data on their list
and then the alien anthropologist
admitted they were still perplexed
but on eliminating every other reason
for our sad demise
they logged the only explanation left
this species has amused itself to death
no tears to cry, no feelings left
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras.
is absolute zero cold enough
and out in the valley, warm and clean
the little ones sit by their tv screen
no thoughts to think, no tears to cry
all sucked dry, down to the very last breathe
bartender what is wrong with me,
why am i so out of breathe
the captain said excuse me ma'am
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
it has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
we watched a tragedy unfold
we did as we were told
we bought and sold
it was the greatest show on earth
but then it was over
we ohhed and awed
we drove our racing cars
we ate our last few jars of caviar
and somewhere out there in the stars
a keen eyed look out
spied a flickering light
our last hurrah
our last hurrah
and when they found our shadows
grouped round the tv sets
they ran down every lead
they repeated every test
they checked out all the data on their list
and then the alien anthropologist
admitted they were still perplexed
but on eliminating every other reason
for our sad demise
they logged the only explanation left
this species has amused itself to death
no tears to cry, no feelings left
the species has amused itself to death
amused itself to death
[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras.
And I...
when I saw his name
I was absolutely
transfixed;
it was as though he... he was now a human being instead of
some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those
years ago.
And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier
about it,
because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to
myself,
'Was there something else that I could have done?'
[ "I'd rather
die, I'd rather die..."]
And that always sort of worried me.
And having
seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials
there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and
seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened
my... heart, if you like."
[donna:] "When was it that you saw his name
on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the
year, ninete... eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."
Songwriters: Roger Waters
Amused to Death lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Saturday, June 1, 2019
Coldplay - Gravity
Baby
It's been a long time coming
Such a long, long time
And I can't stop running
Such a long, long time
Can you hear my heart beaten?
Can you hear that sound?
'Cause I can't help thinking
And I won't stop now
It's been a long time coming
Such a long, long time
And I can't stop running
Such a long, long time
Can you hear my heart beaten?
Can you hear that sound?
'Cause I can't help thinking
And I won't stop now
And then I looked up at the sun, and I could see
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
On everyone
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
On everyone
Baby
When your wheels stop turning
And you feel let down
And it seems like troubles
Have come all around
I can hear your heart beating
I can hear that sound
But I can't help thinking
And I won't look now
When your wheels stop turning
And you feel let down
And it seems like troubles
Have come all around
I can hear your heart beating
I can hear that sound
But I can't help thinking
And I won't look now
And then I looked up at the sun, and I could see
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me
And then I looked up at the sky and saw the sun
And the way that gravity pushes on everyone
On everyone
........................
Coldplay Gravity
Songwriters: Christopher Anthony John Martin / Guy Rupert Berryman / William Champion / Jonathan Mark Buckland
Gravity lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Mgb Ltd., UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO UNIVERSAL MGB PUB LTD
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Saturday, May 25, 2019
De ce să votăm?
Ce rost are? De ce să ne deranjăm să votăm?
Cu siguranță există motive aparent raționale pentru care o mare
parte din populație alege să nu își exprime opțiunea la alegerile
parlamentare sau prezidențiale. În același timp rezultatele pozitive al
unei astfel de atitudini se lasă așteptate. Ceea ce nu se poate spune
despre cele negative: nivelul de trai, infrastructura, problemele din
educație sau cele din sistemul de sănătate.
Eric Liu · fondator Citizen University, director executiv Aspen Institute Citizenship & American Identity Program.
„…nu există opțiunea de a nu vota. A nu vota înseamnă tot a vota, dar
pentru ce disprețuiți și respingeți. A nu vota poate fi camuflat
într-un act de rezistență pasivă și principială, dar de fapt a nu vota
înseamnă predarea puterii în mod conștient către cei care au interese
opuse ție, și către cei care se vor bucura să profite de absența
ta. Absența de la vot e pentru fraieri.”
În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024. În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024.
În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024. În urma votului care va avea loc în 26 mai 2019 vor fi aleși cei 705 eurodeputați care ne vor reprezenta la nivelul Uniunii Europene până în 2024.
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Friday, May 24, 2019
Power of Silence
What distinguishes normal people is that we share a metaphorical
dagger;
the concerns of our self - reflection.
With this dagger, we cut
ourselves and bleed;
and the job of our chains of self - reflection is
to give us the feeling that we are bleeding together,
that we are
sharing something wonderful; our humanity.
But if we were to examine it,
we would discover
that we are bleeding alone;
that we are not sharing
anything;
that all we are doing is toying with our manageable,
unreal,
man-made reflection.
Sorcerers are no longer in the world of daily
affairs,
because they are no longer prey to their self - reflection.
― Carlos Castaneda, Power of Silence
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