Are You My Beginners?
Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going To California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let them tell you that they're all the same
The sea was red and the sky was grey
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow
I think I might be sinking
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high
To find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
Led Zeppelin
Going To California
It occured to me today, at 1800 hrs, that I love a girl that no longer exists. I love a girl six years ago.
Then i pursued this further, and I realized that most of the things I hold in high esteem are either arhaic, extraneous, forgotten, or just fantasies. Nobody wants to discuss the Rig Veda with me because nobody reads the Vedas anymore. Nobody has read the Gita, or The Art of War, or the Analects, or The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, or The Chap Manifesto. Nobody listens to Dredg or Brian Eno. Nobody owns Chrono Cross. Nobody watches Charly, or The Wall, or Amelie.
Then I realized I am alone.
Then I realized that, since I am alone, there is nobody else reading this.
Then I realized that it has indeed become time to neglect this site more. Maybe when some of you warrant me putting effort into someting, or read obscure Indian religious texts, or promise you won't move, I will post on a more regular basis. Until then, check my Xanga periodically.
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going To California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let them tell you that they're all the same
The sea was red and the sky was grey
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow
I think I might be sinking
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high
To find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems
Led Zeppelin
Going To California
It occured to me today, at 1800 hrs, that I love a girl that no longer exists. I love a girl six years ago.
Then i pursued this further, and I realized that most of the things I hold in high esteem are either arhaic, extraneous, forgotten, or just fantasies. Nobody wants to discuss the Rig Veda with me because nobody reads the Vedas anymore. Nobody has read the Gita, or The Art of War, or the Analects, or The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, or The Chap Manifesto. Nobody listens to Dredg or Brian Eno. Nobody owns Chrono Cross. Nobody watches Charly, or The Wall, or Amelie.
Then I realized I am alone.
Then I realized that, since I am alone, there is nobody else reading this.
Then I realized that it has indeed become time to neglect this site more. Maybe when some of you warrant me putting effort into someting, or read obscure Indian religious texts, or promise you won't move, I will post on a more regular basis. Until then, check my Xanga periodically.