
History’s my backyard, eternity’s my reward
Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon
Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said; “This is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel.”
Nakon izbivanja na neko vrime, bar u ovom formatu.
Numere teku ovako:
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.” Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
Chris Stevens -Chris in the morning (KBHR)
autor: DonTravolta, 11/05/2024
Arhiva

Whatever I do
I do not repent
I keep pissing against the moon

We used to waste hours just walkin’ around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars
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