Yesterday's News

"Hello, hello..

I don't know why you say goodbye and say hello..

You say yes, I say no

You ask why

And I say I don't know..

No,no...

You say goodbye and I'll say hello

Hello, hello

I don't know why you say goodbye and say hello.."

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"Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go.

Higher than the heights of what we often think we know.

Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.

To obtain a 'birds eye' is to turn a blizzard to a breeze."

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Anarchy is not dead, it is not passe', it is in fact right here in what you might call a nearly anachronistic fashion.Usurping power to bring on another dominion of power , oppression and misappropriation is not the ideal,but to prevent your own persona from sliding irrevocably into the depths is the intent.Anarchy had never been intended to be fashionable, it has been made thus by a generational machine that barters its soul for everything that is a lie. And then, everything that is bartered has a shelf life, hence...

Society is already getting stymied by the parochial visions of its patrons. The only recourse to take so as not to let yourself become a victim to the machinations of the many, is anarchy. It is already defeated by its bastardization by the lofty ideals of the brave new world. To suffocate and suppress the voices of our children would only lead to the trans-mutation of something that still cries for its own voice. We have become lifeless, but yet to inject the poisoned essence of modern existence into them would be to unleash upon them a whole new uncertainity that could only be remedied by insanity.

The society we live in has been atrophied by the supposedly unsullied rituals of modern existence: respectability,regularity and routine. To adhere to and to exhort this by-word that allows access to the hallowed ground of a self-created heaven, would guarantee an endless cycle of life of conformism from which there is no escape. In circumstances of this nature, a dose of anarchy; enough to keep us from seguing into an uninspiring collective identity but just short of initiating disruption, is what becomes necessary. Maybe we have all lost the voice which cries for freedom, but lets not assasinate the voices of our future in our unrelenting efforts to turn it to our present, especially a present that we cannot afford to leave behind as a legacy, something that we have failed at keeping.....

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I am listening to the song "Houses of the Holy" by Led Zeppelin and it almost feels epiphanous to be listening to it now. This song was a part of an album whose artwork was inspired by the book "Childhood's End" by Arthur C.Clarke, which is basically the story of a harmonious co-existence between an alien species led by Overmind and us humans.Its final chapter unfolds to the creation of a new race of children who mildly resemble the human race but are actually superior alien beings, brought into an utopian world. Metamorphosis of nature....welcome change, unwelcome reality...

Houses of the Holy

Let me take you to the movies. can I take you to the show Let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow

From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go

From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show. you know.

Theres an angel on my shoulder, in my hand a sword of gold

Let me wander in your garden. and the seeds of love I'll sow. you know.

So the world is spinning faster. are you dizzy when you're stoned

Let the music be your master. will you heed the master's call

Oh... Satan and man.

Said there ain't no use in crying. cause it will only, only drive you mad

Does it hurt to hear them lying? was this the only world you had? oh-oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie. can I take you, baby, to the show.

Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow

You know.

 

P.S: Get stoned, fall in love with Led Zeppelin and savour your protest...