Probably sums up the way I feel about people best.
In obvious awe and admiration.
T.O.
PS: It is amazing how someone so reclusiv e can have such deep insights on life- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Waterson#Retirement
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Other Peoples' Words
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Ah give or take a night or two
- LC
Been hearing some lovely music over the weekend. For instance:
Famous Blue Raincoat
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
-- Sincerely, L. Cohen
Also a Johnny Cash cover of U2's One. That wonderful baritone voice, those beautiful lyrics from Bono. Just blissful.
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we Hurt each other
Then we do it again
Then Alfie. On a late Sunday night. Bad timing, but wonderful movie. Blessed with an absolutely haunting music score from Mick Jagger.
Alfie: "What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I'm single. Yeah... unattached, free as a bird... I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So... what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?"
Old Man talking about his long dead wife: "We weren't very fond of each other, but we were very, very close."
Reminds me of someone I hang out with all the time. But the thing is you never ever ask yourself, "Why?". When I meet her again, probably will ask, if she spared a thought. More about this later.
Been hearing some lovely music over the weekend. For instance:
Famous Blue Raincoat
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
-- Sincerely, L. Cohen
Also a Johnny Cash cover of U2's One. That wonderful baritone voice, those beautiful lyrics from Bono. Just blissful.
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we Hurt each other
Then we do it again
Then Alfie. On a late Sunday night. Bad timing, but wonderful movie. Blessed with an absolutely haunting music score from Mick Jagger.
Alfie: "What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I'm single. Yeah... unattached, free as a bird... I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So... what's the answer? That's what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?"
Old Man talking about his long dead wife: "We weren't very fond of each other, but we were very, very close."
Reminds me of someone I hang out with all the time. But the thing is you never ever ask yourself, "Why?". When I meet her again, probably will ask, if she spared a thought. More about this later.
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