Azi ma simt foarte muzical. Ca o harpa dezacordata sau o orchestra din xilofoane, chitari electrice, trompete si oboiuri, dar… tot muzical.

Prea arta (si) asta.

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Break the bread and drink the wine
Seize the challace suck the poison vine
There is frost in every sunbeam? water flows from the earth to sky
Looking down on every rose nothing moves the wheal of heaven turns
As our fingers leave there trace, we are gods and the world returns ,up rise?.

Now we’re lost you can’t desguise, the river of no return
Now its time you realise, the river of no return

Growing embers of our anchient lives
We struggle hard we live to turn the tide
Living longer in the ‘astro-wast’
We stare each other, we looked death in the face
All my life in front of you, lonely secrets hidden from your view.
Now we obit a different sun, for eternity ,doomed to tell no one..

Now we’re lost you can’t desguise, the river of no return
Now its time you realise, the river of no return

SOLO

Now and truly all alone,
Canyon walls and the river of no return
Im amazed at what i am,
I’ve never knew the feelings I’ve ignored

Now we’re lost you can’t desguise, the river of no return
Now its time we realise, the river of no return
And the anguish drives me on ,I wish i could return
All alone and washed away to the river of no return.

Da, pot intelege impulsurile sexuale, da, pot intelege instincul de auto-conservare si de aparare, pot intelege si alte impulsuri, dar nu pot intelege de ce suntem cu totii hiene, coioti, vulturi si trebuie sa sfasiem pe cel SLAB sau DOBORAT.

Am urmarit copii cum se joaca, mi-am adus aminte cum eram eu, in colectiv, pe la gradinita/primara. TOTI copii sunt rai. Toti copii sfasie, inca de mici, pe cei slabi. Sunt rautaciosi, uneori chiar malitiosi cu cei mai putin puternici sau care “au defecte” exploatabile. Nu, copiii nu-s tot timpul gingasi si simpatici.

Si apoi crestem si la un nivel (poate mai subtil poate mai direct) ne pastram coordonatele – lovim, dominam, calcam in picioare pe cei mai slabi. Sau cel putin avem intentia aceasta si suntem nemultumiti cand nu reusim sa distrugem.

Am vazut din ce in ce mai multi oameni care fac asta, TOTAL constienti si gasesc placere in asa ceva, ba chiar li se pare normal, distractiv.

Pestele cel mare mananca pe cel mic. Si cel mic nu are voie si forta sa aiba o parere, de cele mai multe ori.

Am facut o mare obsesie (si) pentru bucata asta. (la minutul 1:46, bridge-ul de chitara este GE-NI-AL!!!!! Super rapid, strong, placeeeeeeeeeeee!!! )

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Like a storm-driven bird at night
We came flying out of nowhere
And for a moment our wings gleamed
Like gold in the light of fire
And are gone again to the nowhere

The cold grey sea, it waits for me
And the foaming waves call me down
To howling winds and a steel blue sky
But the cold grey sea calls forever

Like gold fall the leaves an the wind
When farewell time, autumn has come
All these years they have passed
Like the wave on the shore of the sea

Time passes, the place I search for
It’s still just a longing inside
Something strange and unknown to me
To be grounded somewhere, no longer
A stormbird in shaking and howling