"time in london now exactly 3:30 in the morning so quite a little while to go so i'm sure you'll enjoy some sleep perhaps watch a movie and enjoy some food not much more to tell you really um there are um start again you can't feel anything unless you're paying attention and if you're in a situation like breaking your leg in a burning building then your attention is on getting out of that building and only once your outside does the leg begin to hurt so in many of these situations what"
"The crew is bedded down for the night, and here's an announcement from mission control."
"Hello Apollo 11 Houston, we've got the network all configured for the TV, you can, eh, start any time you want, over." "Okay, we'll, eh, reconfigure the TV for that."
"This is Apollo Control Houston at eighty-seven hours and thirty-one minutes now into the flight of Apollo 11. The Apollo 11 space craft continues on its frontside pass above the moon. We're now less than ten minutes away from, eh, loss of signal. The Apollo 11 crew are currently in their rest period. We've, eh, received, eh, no indication yet that any of the three crew members are actually sleeping, eh, although all three appear to be in a very restful mode."
Come on along, in your white robe, come on to bed
Take off your head, you were right there, come on to bed
The moon was so heavy you could put your mind to it
No one looked up and that's how you do it
No one can tell you that those were the days
"When you drive, you practice mindfulness of driving. It is possible. When you stop at a red light, you look at the red light and smile. You look at the red light, you smile, and you breathe in and out, and sit back, relaxingly. Breathing in, I calm myself. Breathing out, I smile."
"And the red light become a friend, become a bell of mindfulness. Something unpleasant become something pleasant. We have the habit energy of wanting to arrive. That is why we want to go as quickly as possible. But according to this practice, we arrive at every moment. Life can be found only in the present moment. Everything that we look for must be found in the present moment. Peace. Joy. Happiness. Buddha. The kingdom of God."
"What is our final destination? If we abandon the present moment, our final destination may be our death. We don't want to arrive there, we want to go in the direction of life."
Last night hit the net
Woke up in a sweat
Same scene, different dream
Sudden ending
Grabbed a pillow and covered my head
And kicked the phone off the side of the bed
Tried to sing but the damn thing kept on ringing
I know, I'll go to Mexico
Someplace, nothing changes
Maybe I'll call on the phone
Maybe I'll write you a letter
That's what I meant when I said goodbye
Backed the shovel head out of the shed
Hit the interstate, hard heading left
The street below is water flowing undertow
There's a song that I'd rather forget
But I don't think shaken it yet
As soon as I do
I'm gonna write us another one
I know, I'll go to Mexico
Someplace, nothing changes
Maybe I'll call on the phone
Maybe I'll write you a letter
That's what I meant when I said goodbye
I know, I'll go to Mexico
Someplace, nothing changes
Maybe I'll call on the phone
Maybe I'll write you a letter
Maybe I'll die
Maybe I'll learn how to fly
Walking through the night
Lost my path somehow
I am cold and dry, I am true and lost
I'm the right man for the job
You picked the right man for the job
You know it's gonna get better, baby
This is all gonna pass, maybe
it was five o'clock 'cause i checked my watch
when i woke back up on the subway
and i missed my stop it was 10 blocks back
but i liked my seat so i kept it
and i'm still surprised that you stayed with me
'till my first mistake of the century
it was so extreme i controlled my dreams
My mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going
Love is in the room but I don't know it, love is in the
sails but I kept rowing
Sad sad movie, sad sad movie, sad sad movie, I see that
My mistake is never knowing, by mistake I keep on going
Love is on the rails but I'm still rolling
Love is on the lawn but I keep mowing
Sad sad movie, sad sad movie
Fly, blackbird, fly
Frozen the sea I see you
Old cover clouds new snow
There they go
Silent but wings
Sun orange small I see you
Nowhere is home, go alone and alone
Fly, angel, fly
Older than me I feel you
Coal covered clouds white snow
There you go
Heard myself call
Far from them all I feel you
Left them behind or ahead and he said
Sooner or later you get up off the floor
When no one wants to hear it anymore
Someday soon you're gonna get up off the floor
'Cause no one wants to hear that shit, no
Cry blackbird cry
Over the waves I hear you
Coal covered clouds, white snow
There they go
Ice on your wings songless
He sings, I hear you
Nowhere is home go alone
"The number you have reached, 9, 1, 1, has been changed..."
Tell me something stupid
Auction off my diary
Life is getting esoteric
Let me in your movie
Each time I walk out the door
Someone mixes metaphor
Life is so much cleaner on the page
It's like the morning when I'm dreaming
And everything is so pristine
It's just a seven hour movie
And I'm in every scene
Let me in my TV
And get this tape to Tori
Got to have a subplot
When I sell them my life story
Maybe I should write it first
Do the living later
'Cause life is so much
Cleaner on the page
It's like the time I lost my body
And then I saw it on TV
Somehow it shed a whole dimension
It still looked like me
Hey, that looks like me
Each time I write lines for it
Someone improvises it
Life is so much cleaner on the page
saw her at a red light
headlights flashing like shooting stars
in the fast lane like an airplane
never saw the tail light
windshield cracked like an insight
was a long flight but i'm alright now
i can tell you're falling
it's nice to know
i can tell you're falling
it's nice to know
oh no there you go
now i won't be home for the late show
sorry about the window what a nice throw
sometimes i can see
that you finally got me where you want me
guess i can't complain though
'cause i can't go home
i can tell you're falling
it's nice to know
i can tell you're falling
(now, now I know I'm not crazy. the fucking mouse, the mouse is back again. and I got him here, mother fff - he's in the fucking radiator. this prick, and he's lay - he's eating a fucking Dorito. and I can't get him. and he's looking at me, and he'll still eat the Dorito. he's behind the fucking - i'm gonna fucking kill him. this is war. now this is war. now watch what happens.) [Todd Farrington]
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she can't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
blue and red of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
took the flower back
his wayward love had been mislead
the sun is dying
apologies she won't accept
check the window quick
the sun is dying
a candle marks her tears
the flame will fade
she'll greet the dawn in disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
took the flower back
his wayward love had been misled
the level's rising
steps into the stream
we're so misled
she'll watch the pain the level's rising
blue and reds of day to purple night
and absent light to disarray
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
she steps into the stream the level rising
Let us welcome ourselves to this important inquiry. All
of you have traveled a long and sometimes painful
journey to reach such a point of investigation. Some of
you, perhaps, come here today for religious truths,
elightenment or self-satisfying spiritual egoisms, like
all those choices of Christians and magical nonsenses
you can buy at any so-called spiritual supermarket. If
you are here for the bufoonery, the sport, the
entertainment of new age, you are in a sick and
diseased affair of your humanity. A prison, neurotical,
repetitive, wobbly, drizzly condition. Fizzled.Here to
study the problem of human, to question what do we mean
to love? With all moralistic and religious entrapments
allows a technologically advanced condition that serves
only to feed our misery and sufferings. To love is to
despise. We love our gods, Buddhas, gurus, thus we
separate and compare--compare with others in conflict.
So, when we love in this way, it is to conquer others.
Conquer with war. Genetic wars. Bio-biological wars.
Wars that cause sufferings--immense sufferings in
children, creating various forms of infections, fungal
or otherwise horrible. We commit to marriage for the
sake of this condition, love. You say, what a
beautiful, extraordinary being--our partners, our
husbands, wives, lovers, etc.etc.. AT first, young,
full of genetic biological yearnings, transformed to
pleasure and lust. The primitive call of our
reproductive possession has become, by influence of
culture and so called knowledge, we call love. Ask
yourself, would you still love your wife if she has
become victim of serious afflictions that could affect
her beautifully extraordinary body? This sport of love,
this entertainment of love, is fear. Fear of dying.
Dying alone in the sewers where only the rats spend
Oh, oh
I see the sky
It's becoming a very very bright red
Almost an aurora, a red aurora
And it's like I'm suspended
And the light is so bright it hurts my eyes
And I see this huge ball
Now in the center
It's, it's a gray colored ball almost
Oh, I don't know what it's made of
But a rock like formation
But as it's turning now
It's beginning to change color
Becoming a purplish, hazy, orange looking ball
And now it's beginning to gather great speed
And as it's going faster across the sky
Part of it has broken off now
And it's going out behind the sun
I see the huge ball of the sun
It's a ball of fire
And this is another ball of fire
And a piece now has broken off
And it's heading off into the sun
And there, oh
Oh, it's an explosion
Oh, ah, I can't look
Automatic cameras, coffee machines, self-cleaning ovens
Fireplace screens, for you, for you
Renovated basements
Isolated yards, tables in the kitchen
This is what I'm thinking, and you, and you
She's just a quarter acre
But someone's gonna take her
so the man was tired and the car was starved
and the sun was setting
no the moon was tired and the cow was carved
i remember every second
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
yes i saw the way you talk to your cell phone
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
then i thought about the man with the shotgun
so the man took a shotgun out of the trunk
waited on the hood with the headlights on
radio was playing christmas songs
later on he thought he saw something
realized he never saw anything
now he drives with his headlights off
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
yeah i saw the way you climbed out the window
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
forget what you don't know yet
Me an Judas lost at sea
Under electric twilight fading
I look at him he sees through me
40 days and we're still waiting
I'm not tired but I think I'll lay back anyway
I'm not welcome but I think I'll stay
Me and Jonas lost at sea
Deep inside a dream we're trailing
Heard him whisper wait for me
Sun goes down and we're still sailing
I'm not nervous but I think I'll lay back anyway
I'm not helpless but I think I'll stay
And even the waves won't carry me away
Keep heading west that's the best
May be lost but I'm not crazy
Stay where you are not too far
Keep it up you're doing fine
Well, I thought I was fine
Me and Joseph lost at sea
Under rain and slowly waking
He looks around and smiles at me
41 and we're still waiting
I'm not tired but I think I'll lay back anyway
I'm not hopeless but I think I'll stay
On a beach twenty yards from the roadside
Back again 6 AM far from sleep
Must be 290 blue on the water
It's gray to me 3 CV is all I see
Green can only hold you in the garden
Too much red will go right to your head
But if it's all the same to you
Give me back my blue, other colors fade anyway
I'm colorblind three way tragedy
Pantone memory and grayscale eyes
Maybe I'm paranoid yeah that's my problem
You almost have to be when you look like me
Stopped in the shade of a road sign
When the sun rose like a bomb
Tried to read the simple writing
But the letters came out wrong
It's all white lines to me
Oh but things are getting clearer
I can almost read the writing in the mirror
I'm colorblind three way tragedy
Pantone memory and grayscale eyes
Maybe I'm paranoid yeah that's my problem
You almost have to be when you look like me
Green can only hold you in the garden
Too much red will go right to your head
But if it's all the same to you
Give me back my blue, other colors fade anyway
I'm colorblind freeway tragedy
Pantone memory x-ray eyes
Where'd all the color go on my radio?
Before you started calling, I'd walk to the phone
Now I never never walk, cause I know you're never home
(no one's home I guess, no one's home ring ring)
Baby's always comin' round don't that feel nice
Baby's always comin' round ain't the great?
My sugar's always comin' by just in time man
Here she comes now baby it's too late
I thought you had enough of me, I thought you had enough
of me
I thought you had enough of me, I thought you had enough
of me
I thought you had enough of me, I thought you had enough
you look so mysterious
but you sound so serious
you should have told me on the phone
i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm saying
i guess you tried to let me know
by leaving notes on the stereo
it's not the typical way to go
i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm saying
'cause i found myself
back in the bachelor scene
feel like an astronaut
in a submarine
if i fall asleep
i could fall out of bed
maybe the helmet helps
but it hurts my head
let's not get hysterical maybe you need a sabbatical
you get so angry when you're wrong
i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm saying
you know it came as quite a shock to find your note in the cereal box
and why'd you have to change the locks
i'm sorry i'm sorry i don't know what i'm saying
and i found myself
back in the bachelor scene
feel like an astronaut
in a submarine
if i fall asleep
i could float out of bed
maybe the ceiling helps
but it hurts my head
cause i found myself
back in the bachelor scene
feel like an astronaut
in a submarine
if i fall asleep
i could fall out of bed
maybe the helmet helps
sometimes i wanna sleep in the street
but it feels a little funny without you
down in the basement feeling the pavement
holding my stomach
and sometimes i can't believe my own feet
so i found another permanent address
sold the old mattress keeping the changes
talking to strangers
i knew i could forget you
that's what i'm gonna do
now i'm staring at a stop sign
just like the last time
hey you're everything you dreamed you'd be
what a civilized way to be angry
locked in the attic, starting to panic
wait, that's me
always it's the same situation
it's got to be somebody's fault
but i never know what to do
so let's say we put the blame on you
standing in a phone booth
waiting for the punch line
trying not to call you
just like the last time
sometimes i wanna sleep in the street
but it feels a little funny without you
down in the basement feeling the pavement
holding my stomach in
and sometimes i can't believe my own feet
so i found another permanent address
sold the old mattress keeping the changes
talking to strangers
i knew i could forget you
that's what i'm gonna do
now i'm staring at a stop sign
I was half outside and half inside a dream
When I thought I heard your voice on my machine
Sang along had the song almost memorized
Liked the track so I laid back and let it fossilize
I've got all of this on video
It just gets better every episode
America I was blind but now I see
America right there in front of me
Lost my head in my hotel room
When the ground shook
Had to choose between the Bible
And the phone book
You're never home but that's okay
It's so much easier that way
'Cause I can't tell it to your face
In real time anyway
America I was blind but now I see
America right there in front of me
And it makes no sense to me
Unless I see it on TV
So just launch that satellite
And get it right
America I was blind but now I see
America right there in front of me
And it makes no sense to me
Unless I see it on TV
So just launch that satellite
And get it right
Sometimes the answer just comes
And if you fall along the way, and people start to stare
I'll grab my mask, put on my cape, and soon I will be
there
For you... hey, I'm so sorry again today
And hey, for you, I'll be sorry tomorrow, too
Memory save me I'm fuckin up. Constantly laid on the ground. Looking for signs on the ceiling
"...I just have to keep breathing..."
(she wants me to know she wants me around). Think I was moving to something. Thought I was sailing along. Had to be sailing for someplace (thought I was right, but I must have been wrong). You do make a beautiful blinder, you hide things I don't want to see. Your arms cover me like a blanket and maybe it's all that I need.
"...I just have to keep breathing, I just have to keep breathing that's all it is, that's all it is that's keeping us going, that's all it is, is just me breathing, is just me breathing I inhale, and I exhale, and then, and then, then, then, I keep it going for nothing but, but you know, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't mind doing it for people, I just have to keep breathing, I just have to keep breathing..." [Male vocal sample: performance artist Todd Alcott. ] [The monologue from which this comes from is called "Lenore," ]
Memory save me I'm trippin up. Picking up bones from the ground. Throw me a chain and I'll climb it up (thought I was up, but I guess I was down). You look like a dream I was dreaming, a dream of a boy by the sea. You must have eyes just like mirrors, 'cause I thought I was looking at me. Close your eyes, think of the Best Thing To Say. iampathetically lost and maybe you made me this way. Memory save me I'm fuckin up. The sun's just a spot on the sea. I know I was reaching for something (thought it was you, but I guess it was me). And the world is a wonderful target, she was a wonderful world, but God is a girl who won't listen. She was an insolent girl. Close your eyes and see what you're doing to me? She catches my eye with a cynical smile and says, "I Cannot Solve All I See". I had a dream (dreams would fill my head, but I let 'em all slide, american-style, for the blanket that lays on my
bediwaitalldayformysailorandsometimeshecomeswereyousurprisedthathediedtryingto lookforotherpeoplenohewashewasthetypeofpersonwhowoulddefinitelygolookingforthe people)
"...I wait all day for my sailor and sometimes he comes..."
"...were you surprised that he died trying to look for other people?... ...no, he was the type of person, he was, he was... he was the type of person who would definitely go looking for the people..." [Female vocal sample: Tori Amos' "Song For Eric," overlayed with... ] [Male and female vocal samples: anonymous reporter/interviewee from ] [a tv news broadcast. ]
I wanted to find An Innocent Mind, but only found myself waiting. I laid on the floor, You walked through the door and now I feel myself fading. I wanted to find An Innocent Mind, but only found myself waiting. I laid on the floor, You walked through the door and now I feel myself fading. Now I feel myself fading. I jumped on a meaningful wave that carried me right to the shoreline. I laughed when my face hit the sand and swam out again for the joyride. I told you the things that I want and you gave me just what I needed. It's just like my father would want, but I couldn't smile when he did. I boarded the windows and doors and took the clock down from the ceiling. But I kept my head to the floor, 'cause I had a confident feeling. Somebody called me today, I answered the door kind of hazy. He told me to leave all my clothes, he told me to tell you you're crazy. I followed him out to the street, he pointed and quickly departed. And left me to travel for weeks, till I get to the place where I started. And I just want to be where I started, I just want to get back where I started, and I just want to be where I started, and I just want to get back where I started.
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