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"A million bright ambassadors of morning; inviting and insighting me to rise" Pink Floyd, Echoes

Seventy-First Orbit of the Earth Round the Sun

Such a sweet moment in the genesis of the Lennon repertoire.
How many times I watched this clip, I could not say...
But on this day, I remember your birth and how glad of you
I am - for all of who you were and are to me and the world
You enliven still.

The duality of your nature, so honest it seems to me.
A help when I face confusion when my two sides rear up.
Thank you.

Birthday time again... poignant to acknowledge, though for you
Its beckoning memories and concepts come more often...

I imagine where you are. Imagine peace again. Now.
Well wishes always for your travels on.

Priorities, Solidarity, and Perception

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Music has power.
People have power.
Step 1: Find the priority
Step 2: Find the people
Step 3: When what you hope is for the good of all,
Can be hard for say 1% to see through isolation + fear;
When it coincides with the Golden Rule;
It's time for Step 4: Stand in Solidarity with the wise
In whatever way you can.
Let them know you care as well.
Add your voice to theirs as best you can or start speaking yourself
Articulate what's most important to you.

So much is going on right now.
The see saw goes up and down.
Forces of fact, math, humanity, and mutual support
Compassion.
What is necessary is the gracious mother of ideas
And newborn or repurposed solutions.

May all be well.
May all be happy.
May all be conscious and clear,
By way of love and courage.

Occupy Wall Street.
Occupy - to fill with content and energy.
What does it mean to you?
More and more are answering that question for themselves.
Makes me proud; and then it makes me proud some more.
Cognition, critical thinking, love.
May we bring back democracy from its first moment:
The great experiment
Possibility + Passion = Potential Perpective.


The Real and the Overreaction; Properly Introduced(?)


Sad. These are real feelings. Still, I don't want to go there.

'Tis good to be aware... and find alternatives

To all the ways one might misinterpret this song with its

Story of violence engendered by fear...

Let it not be so. No 'eye for an eye til all the world is blind.'

The route to hull integrity is inscribed on on all our hearts.

If you can't spot its location; listen til you see.

No instructions given at the start.

They come as you go

On your own particular route.

Wishing everyone smooth sailing and good memory.

Not a Raven in the Room; Divan to Bonfire and Back

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Rolling Stone magazine, April 17, 2008: Keith Richards, Jack White, Mick Jagger

There is something about this picture.
Posed and relaxed, alone and connecting, each man seems comfortable.
Comfortable with himself and the others in the opulent space.
There's an energy to that and the way it's composed that I enjoy.
Timelessness and Poe heard whispering, "Nevermore."
All of that layered over a tribal fire gathering.
It's evening and the artists have come out to play.

 

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Cemeteries of London and Life in General

I've always been one to linger in cemeteries, slowly strolling and reading what words and numbers remain on old tombstones. I find them moving, memorable, and mysterious.

Noticing the clusters of familial relations and relative dates of demise. The further back in time the more young ones, unnamed infants, and the like. Life may be brilliant, grand, glorious, yet also difficult and short.

Here's to the part that's within our control, and here's to the part that is not.

I like the gothic storytelling and admixture of media styles in this video: from cartoon to silent to dance numbers to the indescribable. The editing to fit Coldplay's music is uncanny imho. I'd never heard this song before I went searching for cemeteries. The music and the content are interesting together, I think. The first so enlivening; the subject matter more dire.

Late Night Dream Drive

Playing with words when it's time for sleep.
These in particular have been rolling around in my brain a few times over the last couple of days.
Time to put them to rest.
Maybe then I can get some as well.

*~*~*~*

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"A beautiful day, the drive into Pennsylvania from Jersey had been surprisingly stress-free. An open road stretched before us, maybe all the way up into the mountains if we were fortunate.

Just past the Philadelphia area we moved into steady evergreen forests and some altitude, both things I'd missed since coming east from Seattle years before. Certain impressions are printed on a person's soul; helps them find out exactly what kind of elf they are, as Tolkien might say...

Merging onto a new road many junctions later, we headed up one of the small, exhilarating inclines on a highway both more and less tame than the one passing through Philadelphia's surroundings.

The traffic began to slow then crawl at what seemed a least-likely spot that Saturday.

It was hard to see what might be causing the unexpected jam. One can choose to proceed with or without faith in these situations.

Several sudden movements caught my eye simultaneously. Along the side of the road came children, one carting a smaller other on her back, then a few more, followed by still others.

Where were they coming from? What was that look in their eyes? Were they spectators from this traffic lineup of cars, or was this their day at the beach, only running back our way in the 'wrong' direction? I made a mental note once their group seemed to run out of steam.

Without warning, the line-up inched onward over pebbly pavement again, slowly as a slug or sloth crawl. Pretty soon, it turned into a steady trickle of forward motion and working to keep safe from distractions: cones, then policemen waving us on.

There was a knowledge of orbit. Coming closer to the center, gravity accelerates.

To the right a jeep stood alone, present and immediate. Under its hood cackled a fully-fledged fire, something magnetic in the life of its flames so evenly spread under the hood as though smoothed by a butter knife. Billowing clouds of dirty smoke issued from the engine compartment sides, now burned clear through, perfectly invisible.

When would it go off? Here was the possibility of a roaring inferno. A vehicular supernova. There was no telling when. Hard to push away the urgency that information lent these moments of proximity.

At last I could identify the look in the deep-pooled eyes of the girl on the side of the road. She had been young, but she was the oldest of the only group to get away."

~L.E.

Broken Bells - Vaporize

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Danger Mouse again!

This time with James Mercer of the once and current Shins as Broken Bells, which is also the name of their first album together.

 

'Vaporize' is the second song on the album, and so far, my favorite. Love all the change-ups and the lyrics as well... a wee reminder set to song.

I'll put them here:

Vaporize Lyrics by Broken Bells
 
What amounts to a dream anymore?
A crude device; A veil on our eyes
A simple plan we'd be different from the rest
And never resign to a typical life

Common fears start to multiply
We realize we're paralyzed
Where'd it go, All that precious time?
Did we even try to stem the tide?

Why should we waste it on
Buying into the same old lies?
The longer we wait around
The faster the years go by

It's not too late
To feel a little more alive
Make an escape
Before we start to vaporize

Doubtless, we've been through this
So if you want to follow me you should know
I was lost then and I am lost now
And I doubt I'll ever know which way to go

from magmp3.com, the pic above

 

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