a beautiful song
by zero 7
listen while waiting in line...
Wait in line
'Till your time
Ticking clock
Everyone stop
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Everyone's saying different things to me
Different things to me
Woooohh
Do you believe?
In what you see?
There doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe in
What you see
Nine to five
Living lies
Everyday
Stealing time
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Everyone's taking everything they can
Everything they can
Woooohh
Do you believe
In what you feel
It doesn't seem to be anybody else who agrees with me
Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see
Ah and I'll shout and I'll scream
But I'd rather not have seen
And i'll hide away for another day
Do you believe?
In what you see?
3 comments:
Hola Bere.
Thank you for dropping by.
Somehow when I read you, when I see the images you share, I get the feeling of someone fighting to keep the flame within from dying.
I believe that's the toughest fight. The Fight, actualy. How not to get lost in other people's expectations. How not to get lost in your own expectations. Those are the worst, as they are self-imposed and sometimes you become a slave to your ideals and ideas. It's very dangerous to become prey of your prejudices, you start seeing things in tunnel vision, but I am digressing.
What comes to my mind when I read you, is a poem from Charles Bukowski, "spark". I have it pinned on one side of my computer screen in the office, it always manages to keep me going. I'm posting it here in case you don't know it.
Even though I don't know you, I send you the best vibes I have (they're radiating from your screen as you read!!)
Take care.
SPARK
I always resented all the years,
the hours, the minutes I gave them
as a working stiff,
it actually hurt my head my insides
it made me dizzy and a bit crazy
– I couldn’t understand
the murdering of my years;
yet my fellow workers
gave no signs of agony,
many of them even seemed satisfied
and seeing them that way drove me almost
as crazy as the dull
and senseless work.
the workers submitted.
the work pounded them to nothingness.
they were scooped-out and thrown away.
I resented each minute,
every minute as it was mutilated
and nothing relieved the monotony.
I considered suicide.
I drank away my few leisure hours.
I worked for decades.
I lived with the worst kind of women,
they killed
what the job failed to kill.
I knew that I was dying.
something in me said
go ahead, die, sleep
become as them,
accept.
then something else in me said
no
save the tiniest bit.
it needn’t be much.
just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on fire.
just a spark.
save it.
I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky
god damned
thing
Hola Bere.
Thank you for dropping by.
Somehow when I read you, when I see the images you share, I get the feeling of someone fighting to keep the flame within from dying.
I believe that's the toughest fight. The Fight, actualy. How not to get lost in other people's expectations. How not to get lost in your own expectations. Those are the worst, as they are self-imposed and sometimes you become a slave to your ideals and ideas. It's very dangerous to become prey of your prejudices, you start seeing things in tunnel vision, but I am digressing.
What comes to my mind when I read you, is a poem from Charles Bukowski, "spark". I have it pinned on one side of my computer screen in the office, it always manages to keep me going. I'm posting it here in case you don't know it.
Even though I don't know you, I send you the best vibes I have (they're radiating from your screen as you read!!)
Take care.
SPARK
I always resented all the years,
the hours, the minutes I gave them
as a working stiff,
it actually hurt my head my insides
it made me dizzy and a bit crazy
– I couldn’t understand
the murdering of my years;
yet my fellow workers
gave no signs of agony,
many of them even seemed satisfied
and seeing them that way drove me almost
as crazy as the dull
and senseless work.
the workers submitted.
the work pounded them to nothingness.
they were scooped-out and thrown away.
I resented each minute,
every minute as it was mutilated
and nothing relieved the monotony.
I considered suicide.
I drank away my few leisure hours.
I worked for decades.
I lived with the worst kind of women,
they killed
what the job failed to kill.
I knew that I was dying.
something in me said
go ahead, die, sleep
become as them,
accept.
then something else in me said
no
save the tiniest bit.
it needn’t be much.
just a spark.
a spark can set a whole forest on fire.
just a spark.
save it.
I think I did.
I’m glad I did.
what a lucky
god damned
thing
hi bere..
i sure plan to take many many pics there ...
got my new SONY digicam ....
( yeah....m happy n excited...)
nice song...
pls send to my hotmail and googgle inbox..
i luvd the previous ones u sent ..
n u look REAL SMART in new pic ..
i checked ur MEXICO pics as well..
nice place...
take care.
GOD BLESS...
HOPE to chat wid u sumday...
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