Local 6 article on Chris
Great article on Chris.
Wonderful cat. Great musician. BALBOA BUC!!!!!
None of this shit matters. Really.
That's right. None of it. In the end, we are all at our end...on this world (if you believe in another).
What will my life mean? What will I have gone through all these nightmares for?
I really don't know. And that's the bitch, isn't it? You still have to live even while you are enlightened.
OK, well maybe it does matter how we live, what we live... but not in the sense that most of us think it does. The unenlightened ones. I go back and forth being part of this group. But for some reason, the answer always ends up resurfacing in front of my nose.
Like A Lover
Like a lover the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy
As you let it play upon your face
Oh how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be the one
Put an end to these lonely days and nights
Without you Like a lover the river wind
Slides and ripples
Its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place
Oh how I dream I might be like the river wind to you Like a lover the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon
How I dream I might be like the morning sun
How I dream I might be like the river wind the river wind
How I dream how I dream I dream
I might be with you How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Or a table that feels your fingertips
How I dream how I dream how I dream how I dream
I might be with you
You Taught My Heart To Sing
We meet and it begins
The sound of violins
The song of birds high on the wing
You taught my heart to sing Why does this heart of mine
Feel like a valentine
You smiled and suddenly it's spring
You taught my heart to sing My heart was an empty shell
Then you came along
Now my heart's a carousel
Filled with song The miracle of you
Will last my whole life through
You're all I'll keep remembering
You taught my heart to sing My heart was an empty shell
Then you came along
Now my heart's a carousel
Filled with song The miracle of you
Will last my whole life through
You're all I'll keep remembering
You taught my heart to sing You taught my heart
You taught my heart to sing
You taught my heart to sing
Inspiration
To know I was even remotely connected to such greatness--let alone have the knowledge that your soul is my own--warms my heart. My every day still resounds with your endeavor, a seed in my thoughts that has evolved out of control. No, they don't really know, how you were my teacher before my lover. They will never understand.
Little ant, toil away, walk in your line of 2 billion. Little ant, carry that crumb to your little black hole. Little ant, crushed under my heel, I feel, no empathy towards you.
via Ping.fm
Words from a hot day 211 days ago
Sweltering heat. Uncommon and unbearable. Has me mesmerized in the yellow. More like orange. Need green to save me, cool azure
Rap I hate it, unless there's jazz and melody. Punk I can't dig unless I'm drunkAll is good in the city Lovely lovely life how you elude me
Though I love when I track you down again. The fire burns my throat, the nitrogen gets me lifted. My veins are aflame with feeling, once again Pour through me pass through me . I've missed you. Stay with me. I need you
New day from 211 days ago
New day
New way
Back of my mind, front of my thoughts
are moments past.
Walking flightily through these streets outside, Bill Evans blaring, just as he is in this pretentious bar
Right now
Of you by my side.
