Life, With its wonderful smells, With its enchanting plant life, With its exhilarating animal life, With its perplexing micro-orgasmic life And so on. Life, With it's amazing sensations, With its scintilating sounds, With it's vivacious visions, With it's yummy tastes, And so on.
Life, With its natural elements, Its unnatural elements, And all its other elements, And so on.
Life, With its death, with its birth, With its girth, with its earth With its stars and its bars and its buildings And poison and power And flowers and showers And children and viruses And get rich quick schemes And all that other life stuff And so on and so forth and so on
This is life the one you get so go and have a ball This is life, Don't worry, it will kill you, Don't worry, it's delicious, Don't worry, It'll all be over sooner than Shiva can open an eye.
A circle Whose center is everywhere And whose circumference Is nowhere.
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Post by someNOTHING! on Apr 24, 2011 3:15:05 GMT -5
I've always liked this song/album...like to play it on guitar. The whole album is dotted with some beautiful stuff much related to topics on this ST board (don't know if Tom W. knows, but maybe that's just how I listen to a lot of his stuff...truly talented).
I listen to/sing this song as if self is talking to SELF (or vice-versa) kinda thing, playing out the wonderful love affair of life. Which is which, and what's left even if you're right, I have no idea, but I AM still here...always anew.
"I'm Still Here" (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan)
You haven't looked at me that way in years You dreamed me up and left me here How long was I dreaming for What was it you wanted me for
You haven't looked at me that way in years Your watch has stopped and the pond is clear Someone turn the lights back on I'll love you til all time is gone
You haven't looked at me that way in years But I'm still here
I have returned to the northern skies, Where the summer had not touched The clouds that pass above. Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace Of the days too early to come and too early to stay. And I have left a million stars, And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue. And I have left the warmth of the sun And a million adventures not yet begun.
The great sense of passing through, The great sense of passing through, The great sense of passing through.
Oh, for once there was beauty here for me Under these white, northern skies. I felt the green was blacker And the blue was darker still. My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again. Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.
The great sense of passing through, The great sense of passing through, The great sense of passing through
I deleted my account when I realized that I was posting to prove a point, defend a position, or flaunt my spiritual knowledge. Then I realized that the forum is good for illuminating those things that need to be hacked away at. But if hanging out and reading is preventing one from doing the work, then it might be a good idea to bail.
Regardless, sharon was interesting. Too bad she left.