Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors
Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv tower.
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant thats plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.
~ The Doors
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Monday, April 02, 2007
A Feast of Friends
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Ahh .. one of my most favorite songs. I wanted to do a ani clip on this but couldn’t build more then 3 sec. Anyway …if it means that much to post it on your blog… then I guess you are going through pretty rough times.
Hang on there you blogi blogerson
LoL! Naah...its not bad at all. RB was humming it and then he found and played it. And it struck. And so here it is. :) Howz the new routine?
PS. Tried to find it at home and then remembered you ate the CD. :@ Expect the worst philistine!
well sorry abt that but you can still find it in the zdisk that i had on my desk .. if you got the time to browse thgrough gigs of files
SaD
When I was 16 or 17, before the Internet was God, I set with my CD and wrote down the words to this piece. Part by part, word by word.
Albinoni wrote the music, Morrison wrote the rest and I declared this part, the final one in the movie, when they also pass Oscar Wilde's grave in Paris, I declared it my favorite.
Thanks :)
feels amazing ha? When u want to declare something as your own? =)
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