we should start a thread..

.

 

You start! What song describes the mood you are in today?


Mine would be "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones. I think you would know why, eh Sarita? LOL!!!

 

;D

 

Mya, just two nights ago I was sitting outside (warm evenings over here) with my feet up listening to Pink Floyd. "But then one day you find, ten years has got behind you, no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun." The more complex things become, I guess the more we become 'comfortably numb'.

Nice thread Intrepid. I don't yet know what I'd like to listen to today.

Oh oh, getting sidetracked again... :-\

 

No one left to run with any more

 

I made enough money to buy Miami
but I pissed it away so fast
never meant to last

 

"Ive been waiting so long
Ive been waiting so long
Ive been waiting so long
To be where Im going
In the sunshine of your love."

Cream - Disraeli Gears

 

Ohh no
There goes Tokyo

Oh nooooo Godzilla

 

.

 

Day and night I guarded the pearl of my soul.
Now in this ocean of pearling currents,
I’ve lost track of which was mine.

Rumi

 

I like this one, i'm the dizzy girl singing the doo doo's.....bad day but good "matthew" tune!

 

Yeah. Rumi was pretty badass.

Actually if I had to pick a favorite poem, it would be this:

Walking Around - Pablo Neruda

It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.

The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
sobs.
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.

It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.

Still it would be marvelous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.

I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.

I don't want so much misery.
I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.

That's why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the
night.

And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist
houses,
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoeshops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.

There are sulphur-colored birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical
cords.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic
shops,
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.

 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
WHEN I's Feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I wass holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee

 

WHY do you build me, up butter cup baby, just to let me down

 

Way, down, inside,, Woman,, you need,, Loooooooove
Wana whole lot of love

 

.

 

Oh yes, yes, yes!!! this I love.