Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down — Olivier5
Long distance runner,
what you standin' there for?
Get up, get out,
get out of the door
Your playin' cold music
on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter
and dead to the core.
There's a dragon with matches
that's loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water
just to cool him down.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Almost ablaze
still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got
just to stay on the beat.
You say it's a livin',
we all gotta eat
But you're here alone,
there's no one to compete.
If Mercy's a bus'ness,
I wish it for you
More than just ashes
when your dreams come true.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
Long distance runner,
what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion
in a dash for the door.
The flame from your stage
has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had.
Why you wanna give more?
The more that you give,
the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which
you really can't fake.
Fire! Fire on the mountain!
There's a natural mystic blowing
through the air
If you listen carefully now
you will hear
This could be the first trumpet,
might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face
reality now
Though I've tried to find the answer
to all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible
to go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic blowing
through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now
you will hear
Such a natural mystic,
blowing through the air
This could be the first trumpet,
might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
I won't tell no lie
If you listen carefully now
you will hear
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
Such a natural mystic
blowing through the air
There's a natural mystic
blowing through the air
Such a natural mystic
blowing through the air
Such a natural mystic
blowing through the air
Such a natural mystic
blowing through the air
We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy love
The sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars
carved into stone
On the face of earth
The moon is up and
over One Tree Hill
We see the sun
go down
in your eyes
You run like river,
on like a sea
You run like a river runs to the sea
And in the world a heart of darkness
A fire zone
Where poets speak their heart
Then bleed for it
Jara sang, his song a weapon
In the hands of love
You know his blood
still
cries
From the ground
It runs like a river runs to the sea
It runs like a river to the sea
I don't believe in painted roses
Or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night
of the merciful
I'll see you again
When the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red
Over One Tree Hill
We run like a river
Runs to the sea
We run
like a river
to the sea
And when it's raining
Raining hard
That's when the rain will
Break my heart
Raining...raining in the heart
Raining in your heart
Raining...raining to your heart
Raining, raining...raining
Raining to your heart
Raining...raining in your heart
Raining in your heart..
To the sea
Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea
How did Descartes know that he was alone in his mind? Why not "We think, therefore we are."? ... How much confusion in philosophy results from reifying the 'I' which we learn to use in ordinary life? — j0e
...it was the last new track recorded by the band before their break-up in April 1970. The song originated from their January 1969 rehearsals at Twickenham Film Studios when they were considering making a return to live performance. Written at a time of acrimony within the group, the lyrics lament humankind's propensity for self-centredness and serve as a comment on the discord that led to Harrison temporarily leaving the Beatles. The musical arrangement alternates between waltz-time verses and choruses played in the hard rock style. — wiki
I, ME, MINE is the 'ego' problem...suddenly I looked around and everything I could see was relative to my ego...I hated everything about my ego...it was a flash of everything false and impermanent which I disliked. But later, I learned from it: to realise that there is somebody else in there apart from old blabbermouth. Who am 'I' became the order of the day.
Anyway, that's what came out of it: I Me Mine..
Allen Klein thought it was an Italian song - you know, Cara Mia Mine but it's about the ego: the eternal problem... (p158). — George Harrison
As an aside, note that the use of 'they', speaking of oneself, is spreading in the language, which points to the idea that the unity of the mind is not always a given. — Olivier5
but no link to the last track, — 180 Proof
Yes, I didn't realise that at the time...finished at the last session, on the last album: — 180 Proof
The song was Britain's contribution to Our World, the first live global television link, for which the band were filmed performing it at EMI Studios in London on 25 June [1967].The programme was broadcast via satellite and seen by an audience of over 400 million in 25 countries.
Lennon's lyrics were deliberately simplistic, to allow for the show's international audience, and captured the utopian ideals associated with the Summer of Love. — wiki
It's been a long
long
long time
How could I ever
have lost you
When I
loved you
It took a long
long
long
time
Now I'm so happy
I found you
How I
love you
So many tears I was searching
So many tears I was wasting, oh oh
Now I can see you,
be you
How can I ever
misplace you
How I
want you
Oh I
love you
You know that I need you
Ooh I
love you
Ohhhhhhh
For me it's just a good example, maybe the best, of a metaphysical presupposition, if we even want to call something so typically automatic a presupposition. — j0e
Perhaps Kant's a priori is a better way to look at it, like our sense of space and time? — Olivier5
A haunting reply to "All You Need is Love" almost exactly a year later ... — 180 Proof
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
[ ... ]
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
[ ... ]
How come you taste so good?
(Meanwhile uptown the DJ play
Oldies but good as I seh:
"Them belly full but we hungry
A rain a fall but de dirt is tough
A yaka yuk but a you nah nuff")
Dem a dance to de riddim of the sufferah
Dem a dance to forget
Dem dance me no fret
Dem a sing dem a sing, man ...
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