Love Connection

Too bright to live, too bright to die

I wanna celebrate, so I can never feel the cold

And I can sail with no direction

Like it's a holiday

Look around

Is it windows or a mirror that you're looking out?

And though it comes as no surprise to me

You really gotta see it live to get it

Things are going to my head

And i belive in holding onto love

Is it wrong? Is it right?

I know you're scared of running out of time

I want to touch a level up

want mote connection, and that's enough

I want to trust. Less loneliness.

I want to thank you for letting me be myself

1984 - George Orwell

..al pasado... o al futuro...

a una era en que el pensamiento sea libre.

Desde la era del Gran Hermano...

desde la era de la Policía del Pensamiento...

un hombre muerto los saluda.

Libertad...

es la libertad de poder decir

dos y dos son cuatro.

Si se concede esto...

seguirá todo lo demás.

Todo se desvanece en la niebla.

El pasado está tachado

y la tachadura olvidada.

La mentira se convierte en verdad

y luego vuelve a convertirse en mentira.

Da igual que la guerra no sea real...

o si lo fuera, que la victoria no sea posible

La guerra no se hace para ganarla.

Se hace para que sea continua.

El acto esencial de la guerra moderna...

es la destrucción de los productos del trabajo.

La sociedad jerárquica es sólo posible

basándose en la pobreza y la ignorancia.

Por principio, el esfuerzo bélico se planifica...

para mantener a la sociedad

al borde de la inanición.

La guerra está hecha por la clase dirigente

contra sus propios súbditos.

Y su objetivo no es la victoria

sino mantener intacto el equilibrio

de la estructura de la sociedad.

[Recopilación de fragmentos de dialogos de la película]

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... to the past... or to the future...

to an age where the thought is free.

From the age of big brother... 

from the age of the thought police.

from a dead man, greetings.

Freedom

is the freedom to say

two plus two equal four.

If that's granted

all else follows.

Everything fades into mist.

The past is erased,

the erasure forgotten.

The lie becomes truth

and then becomes a lie again.

It's not matter if the war is not real...

or if it is, that the victory is not possible.

The war is not meant to be won.

It is meant to be continuous.

The essential act of modern warfare

is the destruction of the produce of human labor

Hierarchical society is only possible

on the bassis of poverty and ignorance.

In principle, the war effort is always planned

to keep society on the brink of starvation.

The war is made by the rulling group

against it's own subjects

and it's object it's not victory

but to keep the frail scructure of society intact

[Compilation of dialogues from the movie]

"cooperate and obey. we are watching"

flea bitten drifters

Success is not about the money

and it's not your social class

it's about finding your happiness

so get up off your ass

and go outside

I promise that you'll never see more clear

don't be afraid to live

go find out who you truly are

cause no one need to know you more

than you you,my dear

Little Blue Pills

DAYS N DAZE - LITTLE BLUE PILLS

Little blue pills to help you sleep.

I don’t like my dreams, so I prefer to drink.

I’m clawing at my chest, but the real problem’s in my head.

At least that’s what you say.

There’s no such thing as love & freedom.

There’s only money & sex,

addiction & depression, poverty & all affection is misguided

& the lies keep building up.

I am so tired, my bones do ache.

There’s no time to rest, for now we’ll have to wait.

And, finally, when I can lay with you in bed, for some reason, I’ll drink alone instead.

My decisions don’t involve me anymore.

Just one more taste and I’ll accept this is my life.

My cancerous companion always does its job right,

and a job’s a funny thing ‘cause it’s their money that you need

to pay them back when someone’s charging you to breathe.

Nauseous and sweating, coughing ‘til my throat bleeds,

and I'm shaking so goddamn bad that I can barely hold this notepad to read

the letter that you left me 

to remind me everything turns out okay.

Goodbye PFG

Days N' Daze - Goodbye Lulu Pt.2

Well it's been fun for a spell

And I wish y'all well

I'd hate to overstay my welcome

So, it's time I go

And even though now I must split

Please never forget

You were the ones that made this planet

Feel like home

[chorus]

So, peace out farewell

To everyone, everything

Thanks for the memories

I'll catch ya down the line

When we regroup in hell

The first rounds on me

We'll get hammered

To the gimme gimmes auld lang syne

When you look back on the good ol' days

I sure hope you remember me fondly

With the highest highs came the lowest of lows

I know

And even though I weren't no saint

I swear I did try my best to make you proud

Guess I can only hope

That my triumphs outweigh my mistakes

[chorus x1]

Through stories and songs, we can live forever

Our bodies are not so resilient

Unfortunately, they'll succumb to decay

So, once I've vanished from this world

If you find yourself feelin' lonely

And lightyears from okay

Just hum this tune

And I'll be right back here with you

(So, pour me up a pint)

Peace out farewell to everyone everything

Thanks for the memories

I'll catch ya down the line

When we regroup in hell the first rounds on me

We'll toast to the world that we left behind

Yeah, we'll toast the world we left behind

We'll toast to all we left behind

Band: Days N' Daze

Song: Goodbye Lulu Pt.2

Album: Show Me The Blueprints

Release Year: 2020

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Dedicado a PFG34 con mucho amor...

vita fugit sicut umbra

 

RENT STRIKE - THE ROAD GIVETH

I could walk, I could walk for days

Across bridges and old highways.

Bare feet, achey bones, skin burnt by the sun.

No one around me but a few close friends.

No one to tell me how the world is gonna end.

Unconcerned with the wars and the bombs, we would run.

We’d find a place in history.

Carving our names in that old oak tree.

Whiskey ‘round the fire, now I lay me down to sleep, and

In the morning, I would feel so good.

Waking up in the middle of the woods.

Legs stretched, palms up, and greeting the dawn

With this song, it goes ~

Oh, I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t.

I could ride, I could ride this train

Across mountains, and sprawling plains.

Blowing smoke and spitting in the wind.

And I’d never care what lies ahead.

These things are easier done than said.

All it takes is a step.

Oh, I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t.

So this is it, at long, long last.

Beholden to nothing, but the shadow of the past.

Well, I’d just let the time pass.

Because - living good, living right

Is so much more complex than the black and the white,

And I’m not gonna waste my time.

I’m not gonna waste my life.

I’m gonna keep going. My liver’s just fine, thanks.

This will never get old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t ~ No,

I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, except when I don’t.

And mostly, I don’t.