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THINGS THAT MAKE MY HEART SING FOR TODAY, 16TH OF JAN 2012

THINGS THAT MAKE MY HEART SING FOR TODAY, 16TH OF JAN 2012

The moon is hanging in the purple sky
Baby’s sleeping while its mother sighs
Talking ‘bout the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes
And they park in basic places
 
The priest is preaching from a shallow grave
He counts his money, then he paints you saved
Talking to the young folks
Young folks share the same jokes
But they meet in older places
 
So don’t tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed
I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
 
The sun is shining, as it’s always done
Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
Talking ‘bout the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax
And only late breast-fed fools believe it
 
So don’t tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed
I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going

The moon is hanging in the purple sky

Baby’s sleeping while its mother sighs

Talking ‘bout the rich folks

Rich folks have the same jokes

And they park in basic places

 

The priest is preaching from a shallow grave

He counts his money, then he paints you saved

Talking to the young folks

Young folks share the same jokes

But they meet in older places

 

So don’t tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest

Those illusions you claim to have going

 

The sun is shining, as it’s always done

Coffin dust is the fate of everyone

Talking ‘bout the rich folks

The poor create the rich hoax

And only late breast-fed fools believe it

 

So don’t tell me about your success

Nor your recipes for my happiness

Smoke in bed

I never could digest

Those illusions you claim to have going

A freedom which is interested only in denying freedom must be denied. And it is not true that the recognition of the freedom of others limits my own freedom: to be free is not to have the power to do anything you like; it is to be able to surpass the given toward an open future; the existence of others as a freedom defines my situation and is even the condition of my own freedom. I am oppressed if I am thrown into prison, but not if I am kept from throwing my neighbor into prison.

Simone de Beauvoir, 1948, The Ethics Of Ambiguity (via gaws)

Just like Woman, Bob Dylan

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she finally sees that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It’s was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what’s worse
Is this pain in here
I can’t stay in here
Ain’t it clear that.

I just can’t fit
Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do
You make love just like a woman, yes you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.