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  • Vote Up0Vote Down LuDuxLuDux
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    "Our music was once divided into its proper forms...It was not permitted
    to exchange the melodic styles of these established forms and others.
    Knowledge and informed judgment penalized disobedience. There were no
    whistles, unmusical mob-noises, or clapping for applause. The rule was
    to listen silently and learn; boys, teachers, and the crowd were kept in
    order by threat of the stick. . . . But later, an unmusical anarchy was
    led by poets who had natural talent, but were ignorant of the laws of
    music...Through foolishness they deceived themselves into thinking that
    there was no right or wrong way in music, that it was to be judged good
    or bad by the pleasure it gave. By their works and their theories they
    infected the masses with the presumption to think themselves adequate
    judges. So our theatres, once silent, grew vocal, and aristocracy of
    music gave way to a pernicious theatrocracy...the criterion was not music, but a reputation for promiscuous cleverness and a spirit of law-breaking." Plato
    I take the needle off the Technics and put it in my vein
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    So you children of the world,
    listen to what I say
    If you want a better place to live in
    spread the word today
    Show the world that love is still alive
    you must be brave
    Or you children of today are
    Children of the Grave
    ,
    Glad that's cheered us all up !

    Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-08-02 18:20:36
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down WhickwithyWhickwithy
    Posts: 5,154
    Only a man's character is the real criterion of worth.
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    The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
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    When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?
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    Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, But beautiful old people are works of art.
    The Sentient Struggle For Transformation

    https://www.amazon.com/Sentient-Struggle-Transformation-Whickwithy/dp/1734822147/
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    These are the lyrics of Glacier by John Grant.  I love the way he pens his lyrics.  He is not shy in writing what he feels without the need to polish that lyric into something more slick and, somehow, less meaningful.
    I mean, 'Nourishing the ground, with precious minerals and other stuff' !
    A song about hypocrisy and persecution.  Genius !

    "Glacier"

    You just want to live your life
    The best way you know how
    But they keep on telling you
    That you are not allowed

    They say you are sick
    That you should hang your head in shame
    They are pointing fingers
    And want you to take the blame

    There are days when people are
    So nasty and convincing
    They say things beyond belief
    That sting and leave you wincing

    And to boot they say their words
    Come straight down from above
    And they really seem to think
    That what they're doing counts as love

    This pain
    It is a glacier moving through you
    And carving out deep valleys
    And creating spectacular landscapes
    And nourishing the ground
    With precious minerals and other stuff
    So, don't you become paralyzed with fear
    When things seem particularly rough

    Don't you pay them fuckers as they say no never mind
    They don't give two shits about you. It's the blind leading the blind
    What they want is commonly referred to as theocracy
    And what that boils down to is referred as hypocrisy

    Don't listen to anyone; get answers on your own
    Even if it means that sometimes you feel quite alone
    No one on this planet can tell you what to believe
    People like to talk a lot, and they like to deceive

    This pain
    It is a glacier moving through you
    And carving out deep valleys
    And creating spectacular landscapes
    And nourishing the ground
    With precious minerals and other stuff
    So, don't you become paralysed with fear
    When things seem particularly rough

    This pain
    It is a glacier moving through you
    And carving out deep valleys
    And creating spectacular landscapes
    And nourishing the ground
    With precious minerals and other stuff
    So, don't you become paralysed with fear
    When things seem particularly rough

    Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-08-03 10:29:44
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down whisperitwhisperit
    Posts: 641
    LuDux said:

    "..,  aristocracy of
    music gave way to a pernicious theatrocracy...the criterion was not music, but a reputation for promiscuous cleverness and a spirit of law-breaking." Plato



    Bloody good job I didn't ever bump into Mr Plato, is all I can say. In my promiscuously clever and law-breaking tone of voice.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down WhickwithyWhickwithy
    Posts: 5,154
    In actuality, it is much more difficult to convey the exact thought you with to convey than to "polish it" (i.e make it either vague more meaningless).
    The Sentient Struggle For Transformation

    https://www.amazon.com/Sentient-Struggle-Transformation-Whickwithy/dp/1734822147/
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    Thread bump

    And I've run out of pale ale
    And I feel like I'm in jail
    And my music bores me once again
    And I've been on the pinball
    And I know longer know it all
    And they say that you never know when you're insane

    Got fleas in my bedroom
    Got flies in my bathroom
    And the cat just finished off the bread
    So I walk over Soho
    And I read about Monroe
    And I wonder was she really what they said

    Got a call from a good friend
    Come on down for the weekend
    Didn't know if I could spare the time
    I knew a woman who was crazy
    About a boy who was lazy
    But it didn't work out 'cos they just couldn't make it rhyme

    Hey Jude you were alright
    I could have grooved with you all night
    But you turned your back on the part again
    Mama if i keep my head clean
    Will I really have a good dream
    Or will I wake up in confusion just the same
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    “Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure you are not just surrounded by assholes.” ~William Gibson
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    Words like violence, Break the silence
    Come crashing in, Into my little world
    Painful to me, Pierce right through me
    Can't you understand?, Oh my little girl
    All I ever wanted, All I ever needed
    Is here in my arms
    Words are very unnecessary, They can only do harm

    Vows are spoken, To be broken
    Feelings are intense, Words are trivial
    Pleasures remain, So does the pain
    Words are meaningless, And forgettable
    All I ever wanted, All I ever needed
    Is here in my arms
    Words are very unnecessary, They can only do harm



    Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2016-03-31 18:36:16
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
  • Vote Up0Vote Down WhickwithyWhickwithy
    Posts: 5,154 

    and so I pray (jem, the lyrics are beautiful but the music and variety makes it staggering and transcendent)

    Storm is brewing in the air tonight
    So many pressures on my mind
    Want to escape just wanna run away
    But it’s not an option I have to stay
     
    And so I pray 
    I wish that all these things would go away
    To disappear if only for a day
    Know I can’t go but I don’t wanna stay

    Can’t believe the irony 
    The thing I wanted is killing me
    All the happy smiles I miss
    Didn’t think it would be like this

    And I pray 
    I wish that all these things would go away
    To disappear if only for a day
    Know I can’t go but I don’t wanna stay

    Storm is brewing in the air tonight
    So many pressures on my mind
    Want to escape just wanna run away
    But it’s not an option I have to stay
    And so I pray 
    I wish that all these things would go away
    To disappear if only for a day
    Know I can’t go but I don’t wanna stay
    To be left alone if only for a day
    I wish that all these things would go away [pray to you I hope it will be alright]
    To be someone else if only for a day [and over soon, I feel it]
    Know I can’t go but I don’t wanna stay [hope that you hear me]

    Post edited by Whickwithy at 2016-04-01 00:11:40
    The Sentient Struggle For Transformation

    https://www.amazon.com/Sentient-Struggle-Transformation-Whickwithy/dp/1734822147/
  • Vote Up0Vote Down Urban_TribesmanUrban_Tribesman
    Posts: 5,675
    Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
    Oscar Wilde.
    ( A Handbag???)
    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ.
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit.
    Shall lure it back to cancal half a line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
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