Zigzag Idiot

Music

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Hey mama, when you leave
Don't leave a thing behind
I don't want nothin'
I can't use nothin'

Take care into the hall
And if you see my friends
Tell them I'm fine
Not using nothin'

Almost burned out my eyes
Threw my ears down to the floor
I didn't see nothin'
I didn't hear nothin'

I stood there like a block of stone
Knowin' all I had to know
And nothin' more
Man, that's nothin'

As brothers our troubles are
Locked in each others arms
And you better pray
They never find you

Your back ain't strong enough
For burdens doublefold
They'd crush you down
Down into nothin'

Being born is going blind
And buying down a thousand times
To echoes strung
On pure temptation

Sorrow and solitude
These are the precious things
And the only words
That are worth rememberin'


"To have a free mind is to be a universal heretic." - A.H. Almaas

"We have to bless the living crap out of everyone." - Matt Kahn

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I dedicate this song to this particular section of the forum.

In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters
We write letters
We put down in writing
What is happening in our minds

Once it's on the paper, we feel better
We feel better
It's like some kind of clarity
When the letter's done and signed

Edited by Loba

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Her voice is magical.  Reminds me of a goddess pining for how the earth used to be.

 

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I've managed to find quite a satisfactory amount of new music today.

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This video is really good!  Gaia rebirths a new planet.

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Play the first one, mute it, turn the second one with the narrative on and watch the first video.
It's like the second song was made for it more than the original, imo.  The sounds line up, too.

 

Edited by Loba

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^  very interesting jungle book cover.

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be humen too

(Gee, cousin Louie
You're doin' real good
Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire
But I don't know how to make fire)

Now don't try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you

You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me!

Edited by Loba

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^ She's noticing the interconnectedness of all things, my interpretation.  

Edited by Loba

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"To have a free mind is to be a universal heretic." - A.H. Almaas

"We have to bless the living crap out of everyone." - Matt Kahn

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Edited by Loba

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I'll continue my current fetish for female singers

 


All stories and explanations are false.

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