The Man Who Sold the World
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You’re face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
I left livejournal. It was a goofy, scheise site. Tumblr seems to be non-scheise; we shall see.
Again I’m up way too late. I seem to like going to sleep late but I love waking up early. I would love to wake up early every day! I love everything about the morning. Especially dawn. I love the smell, the singing birds, the sky, the dew, the food (breakfast is by far my favorite meal), the general attitude of people in the morning (I guess nothing has happened to ruin their day yet), and of course; I love coffee. But I cant seem to go to bed early, it’s really bothering me :-/
That’s right…that’s a Jamiroquai quote.
I love Rachmaninov.
I love romanticism in general. Without the romantic movement art today would be nowhere near what it is. I guess something like that was inevitable but it took long enough! Granted I like a lot of the classical inspired stuff that came before it but how much realism can somebody take ya know. This may sound stupid (and I am, of course, uneducated so whatever) but I think that realism is a less artistic form or art than romanticism. Structure is boring, and anything that concentrates more on structure than natural artistic intuition is less impressive to me. Just the opinion of a man void of any artistic inclinations.
Paul
