bardish awen, pestle and mortar, songs on my lips, breathing in tongues, breaking the waves

ok, desta é que é. são 200 euros mas ficam cá por uns bons anos.

Agent Green

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

I see the signs, and I heed the call, no one will know me, no one at all
Freedom is calling, the money's green, and to no country will I pledge my loyalty

I pass for someone who no one knows, I am the wolf who hides in political sheep's clothes
A peaceful world in jeopardy, it doesn't really matter all that much to me
If the people knew all that I know about their leaders and the ones who run the show
More cover-ups, legal deceit, there is no one in power who can destroy me!

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

Change my face somewhere, lose myself out there
Change the way I speak, my past I will delete
I'll never know just how I made it out alive
But when I look into the future I look through a different eye
It doesn't really matter what they need to know
'Cause I can blow the lid off any scandal that they want to be exposed

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

I'll change my name, a different look, another page in my life's book
It makes no difference just who I am, I'll take the money from Mother Russia or Uncle Sam
I'm filled with secrets of a nation, here at your disposal to benefit my greed
I take my liberties whereever I can find them, I am protected by the crime that lies behind

- K. Vanderhoof / M. Howe

There is but One--The Free--The Knower--Self!
Without a name, without a form or stain.
In Him is Maya dreaming all this dream.

Segue o teu destino,
Rega as tuas plantas,
Ama as tuas rosas.
O resto é a sombra
De árvores alheias.

A realidade
Sempre é mais ou menos
Do que nós queremos.
Só nós somos sempre
Iguais a nós-próprios.

Suave é viver só.
Grande e nobre é sempre
Viver simplesmente.
Deixa a dor nas aras
Como ex-voto aos deuses.

Vê de longe a vida.
Nunca a interrogues.
Ela nada pode
Dizer-te. A resposta
Está além dos deuses.

Mas serenamente
Imita o Olimpo
No teu coração.
Os deuses são deuses
Porque não se pensam.

- Ricardo Reis, 1-7-1916

225
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1988

She stares at the screen, at the little words of green
Tries to do remember what to do next
There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face
Searching for the key she should press
And I would help her if I only know how
But these things are a mystery to me too
And it seems that the Corporate eyes they are watching
She fears for her job and the moments are passing
I stare at her nametag and I think to myself
Both you and I, we never asked for any of this

So let's take a walk up past the chemical works
Where the sky turns green at night
And we'll talk about getting away from here
Some different kind of life
But even in the freshest mountain air
The jet fighters practise overhead
And they're drilling these hills for uranium deposits
And they'll bury the waste for our children to inherit
And though this is all done for our own benefit,
I swear we never asked for any of this

This golden age of communication
Means everyone talks at the same time
And liberty just means the freedom to exploit
Any weakness that you can find
Turn off the TV just for a while
Let us whisper to each other instead
And we'll hope that the Corporate ears do not listen
Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason
While they tell us that it's all for our own protection,
I swear we never asked for any of this

Forever after
Forever after maybe (sing)
Forever After

In ancient Ireland if a traveler was to happen upon a woman with red hair he must turn around and start his journey all over again. The superstition comes from the legend of the goddess Macha who was said to have cursed the men of Ireland for nine generations with horrible pangs (like labor.)

The curse was not unwarranted of course. While in human form and pregnant the king of the land forced her to race against his fasted horses (for her husband had boasted of her speed) lest he be killed. She begged for sympathy and received none from the warriors in the crowd who were eager to see the sport. She won the race but the stress caused her to give birth to her children in the field. This is still known as Emain Macha (Macha's twins.) For causing her this pain she cursed the men of Ireland except the hero Cuchulainn and her own children. When war came to the land only Cuchulainn could fight.

Macha as it turns out, had red hair.

It's orchestrated by another hand
Believe inferior dreams that I am
Orchestrated I don't understand
Belief increasing in me that I am

If only we could see and live the dream
If only we could still believe the dream

Forever after
Forever after maybe (sing)
Forever After

Without frustration
With no master plan
With nothing left of the dream that began

If only we could see and live the dream
If only we could still believe the dream

Forever after
Forever after maybe (sing)
Forever After
Forever after
Forever after maybe (sing)
Forever After

If only we could see and live the dream
If only we could still believe the dream

Frailty, frailty
Say you love me, till I get back

Redshift

There's something in the air that greets me
There's something in the air
I don't know where I belong, or where does it go from here

See my dreams; they're not like anyone's

There's something in your stare that greets me
There's something in your stare that tells me where I belong
And where it all goes from here

I don't know where I belong or where it all goes from here

See my dreams; they're not like anyone's, anyone's

There's something in the air that greets me
There's something in the air
I don't know where I went wrong or where does it go from here

See my dreams; they're not like anyone's, anyone's

Há pouco diluí um Laphroaig 57.3 em 3 gotas de água cristalina. Comi uma fatiazita de bolo com frutos do bosque. Bosque. A segunda quinta-feira de cada mês é sempre uma agrura para mim. A manhã da segunda sexta-feira de cada mês é ainda mais difícil. E depois, durante duas semanas, disfarço-me de cordilheira agreste, transformo-me no cenário.

Cromos continuados, a saga eterna

Elizabeth Clare Profit (Oops! Typo. But I think it's so appropriate...) is not your friendly guide to angels and other happy, fluffy, loving creatures. Elizabeth Clare Prophet is actually the leader of a very dangerous Doomsday Cult based in Montana. Her cult has stockpiled massive amounts of ammunition and heavy-caliber weapons in underground bunkers. Sound familiar? Doesn't she sound sort of waco?

What I find equally disturbing about Prophet is the way she recruits members. If you had never heard of her, were the gullible type, and saw this ad, would you imagine what she's really up to there in Montana? Probably not.

Look at the ad and judge for yourself. It just reeks of positive, happy New Ageness. The only ingredient the ad is missing is the silhouette of a dolphin, a common visual in New Age ads. How 'bout some truth in advertising, Liz? Why don't you tell folks about the heavy weaponry and underground bunkers?

I Sit and Think

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

- JRR Tolkien

Like Zeus on acid.

Tradição e Excelência

SEMPRE NOUTRA ONDA

Anno 1971

nights are okay to relax and enjoy some stuff.

evenings are good for beer and friends.

mornings to work.

and the dawn to make love, walk and conquer the world.