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Candy Cane
28 November 2006 @ 10:12 am
happiness is not unattainable.
 
 
Candy Cane
14 November 2006 @ 03:16 pm
"She turned on her light and undressed and took her book to bed, where she again held her consciousness submerged deliberately, as you hold a puppy under water until its stuggles cease. And after a time her mind surrendered to the book and she read on, pausing from time to time to think warmly of sleep, reading again."
 
 
Candy Cane
27 October 2006 @ 07:19 pm
I had lost my mind.
I lost my head for a while was off my rocker outta line, outta wack.
See I had this tiny crack in my head
That slowly split open and my brain snoozed out,
Lyin' on the sidewalk and I didn't even know it.
I had lost my mind.

Why, i was sitting in the basement when I first realized it was gone.
Got I my car rushed right over to the lost and found.
I said "pardon me but I seem to have lost my mind."
She said "Well can you identify it please?"
I said "Why sure its a cute little bugger
About yea big a little warped from the rain"
She said "Well then sir this must be your brain"
I said "Thank you ma'am I'm always losin' that dang thing."

I had lost my mind.
 
 
Candy Cane
18 August 2006 @ 12:03 pm
Road to Nowhere


WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOIN'
BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE KNOWIN'
BUT WE CAN'T SAY WHAT WE'VE SEEN
AND WE'RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

I'm feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

CHORUS

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

We're on a road to nowhere
 
 
Candy Cane
17 August 2006 @ 06:45 pm
GRIGORIEV:  Do you go to bed at dawn?
KIRILOV:   Always. I have for a long time. At night I reflect.
GRIGORIEV:  All night long?
KIRILOV  (calmly):   Yes, it is essential. You see, I am concerned with the reasons why men don't dare kill themselves.
GRIGORIEV:    Don't dare? In your opinion, there are not enough suicides?
KIRILOV  (absent-minded):   Normally, there ought to be many more.
GRIGORIEV  (ironically):  And what, in your opinion, keeps people from killing themselves?
KIRILOV:   The pain. Those who kill themselves through madness or despair don't think of the pain. But those who kill themselves through reason obviously think of it.
GIRGORIEV:   What, are there people who kill themselves through reason?
KIRILOV:   Many. Were it not for the pain and the prejudice, there would be many more, a very large number, probably all men.
GIRGORIEV:  What?
KIRILOV:   But the idea that they will suffer keeps them from killing themselves. Even when one knows there is no pain, the idea remains. Just imagine a stone as big as a house falling on you. You wouldn't have time to feel anything, to suffer at all. Well, even so, men are afraid and hesitate. It is interesting.
 
 
 
Candy Cane
17 August 2006 @ 09:36 am
"Hallelujah"

Now I`ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don`t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, ive walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
ive seen your flag on the marmolage
love is not a victory march
its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time
you let me know
whats real and going on below
but now you never show it to me do you.
and remember when i moved in you
the holy dark was moving too
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe theres a god above
and all i learned from love
was how to shoot at someone, who outdrew you
and its not a cry you can hear at night
its not somebody thats seen the light
its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
 
 
Candy Cane
27 July 2006 @ 09:36 am
"If two people who have been strangers, as all of us are, suddenly let the wall between them break down, and feel close, feel one, this moment of oneness is one of the most exhilarating, most exciting experiences in life. It is all the more wonderful and miraculous for persons who have been shut off, isolated, without love. This miracle of sudden intimacy is often facilitated if it is combined with, or initiated by, sexual attraction and consummation. However, this type of love is by its very nature not lasting. The two persons become well acquainted, their antagonism, their disappointments, their mutual boredom kill whatever is left of the initial excitement. Yet, in the beginning they do not know all this: in fact, they take the intensity of the infatuation, this being "crazy" about each other, for proof of the intensity of their love, while it may only prove the degree of their preceding loneliness."

-Erich Fromm
 
 
Candy Cane
25 July 2006 @ 12:37 pm
oh my dog
oh long john
oh long johnson
oh don piano
why i eyes ya
all the live long day!
 
 
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
 
 
Candy Cane
21 July 2006 @ 01:15 pm
  "O.K., what's wrong with love, Tony?"
   "Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them."
   "All right, so we do the best we can."
   "Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter. Most people make too much much of it..."
 
 
Current Mood: workingbored out of my mind
 
 
Candy Cane
19 July 2006 @ 11:49 am

Darby Bannard

 
 
Current Mood: GREAT.