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.

.-velle est posse-.

Siempre estamos a la espera de algo. Siento que es lo que nos motiva a ser... no necesariamente porque seamos seres demandantes, sino que la idea de que ocurra algo en nuestras vidas le dá al menos un significado a la mera e insignificante existencia. Lo que hacemos, lo hacemos esperando algo a cambio... un algo que nos genera un bienestar, por más que nuestro accionar no tenga absolutamente nada de egoísta... o quizás siempre somos completamente egoístas.

Siempre buscamos una satisfacción. Siempre intentamos darle sentido a algo que no necesariamente lo tiene; creo que es parte de la naturaleza del ser humano. A veces incluso recurrimos a tomar decisiones no del todo "felices", quizás con el pretexto de que a la larga tengan algún beneficio para nosotros mismos o para los demás. Con la idea de que después las cosas van a ser mejor...

Somos seres demasiados complejos en lo que respecta a lo sentimental, cognitivo y motivacional. A veces hasta paradójicos. Lo más "cómico" es que a veces actuamos deliberadamente y otras veces impulsivamente, y luego de haber actuado de un modo u otro, cuando uno se pone a analizarlo, siente que en diversas ocasiones debería de haber actuado de la manera totalmente opuesta.

La realidad es que no hay una manera "correcta" de actuar... todo lo que hagamos va a estar bien o mal al mismo tiempo. Casi que no importase que hiciéramos o dijiesemos, todo va a llevar el rumbo que sea que tenga que llevar... A veces es tan dificil tomar decisiones porque intentamos pensar en todas las posibles repercusiones que pueden llegar a tener y el miedo nos paraliza. Incluso "no tomar una decisión" es tomar una decisión.

No somos más que sucesos aleatorios en un universo caótico. Todo lo que decimos y hacemos no son mas que constructos "conscientes" de lo que debería de ser, hacer o decir.
Siento que todo esto que escribo está lleno de significado (que tal vez no logro transmitir tal cual como quisiera hacerlo) y a la vez es tan insignificante que no se siquiera si alguien lo llegará a leer. Y en caso de que llegase a suceder, no se si le encontrarían el sentido que le quise dar, o al menos algún sentido en absoluto...

Love?... Anyone?

Blur - Good Song

Waiting, got no town to hide in
The country's got a hold of my soul
TV's dead and there ain't no war in my head, no
And you seem very beautiful to me

Sleeping but my work's not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I'll take care cause I know you'll be there
And you seem very beautiful to me

It is the rest of your life keeps a rolling and rolling
Picture in my pocket looks like you
It is the rest of your life keeps a rolling, rolling, rolling along

Tempus Fugit

A veces la vida se siente como si fuesemos el último árbol en pié sobreviviente a una gran catástrofe - sin nada a nuestro alrededor. Totalmente desolados, con la incertidumbre de si en algún momento volveremos a estar acompañados... rodeados de los nuestros.

Anhelando una lluvia o algún viento que nos haga sentir vivos aunque sea por un momento en nuestro páramo. Al menos un pájaro que se pose en nuestras hojas y nos deleite unos minutos con su canción...

Tendrá alguna repercusión si un día nuestras raices abatidas dejan de mantenernos en pié? Hará alguna diferencia que ya no estemos, si no hay nadie allí para notar siquiera nuestra ausencia? Si un árbol cae y no hay nadie que lo escuche, hace ruido?

Blue Jays

Tonight I drink to you, for all the times we spent

and all the times we didn't get.

And I'll meet you again, blanketed in soil

fossilized in photographs.

Can't say it doesn't hurt the beating second hand

that tortures me, cause your not here

I'm too tired to eat, too tired to breathe

too tired to deal with all of these tragedies

but I'm too scared... I'm too scared to sleep

So smear the dark circles that cradled my eyes

I fool myself to keep livin' this mundane life

with the flushed pigment and these fractured smiles

I'm just buyin' my time, without you by my side

They say keep on movin', oh keep on movin' kid

but it's so hard movin', it's so hard movin' it aches

just keep on movin' oh keep on movin'

As the dead robins strung across the morning dew

the blue jays oh sing a sorrowful tune

I'll never stop missing you

I'll never stop loving you

Otro día mas

Cuando la vida se vuelve rutinaria
cualquier excusa parece valida
para sortear el aburrimiento que conlleva...
incluso los vicios mas nocivos.

Quien no se ha tomado un par de cervezas,
se ha fumado sus atados de cigarrillos,
o se ha drogado solo por no tener nada mejor que hacer.
Hoy vuelvo a ser uno de ellos.

Y después de tanto tiempo, heme aquí
de nuevo en el mismo lugar... solo en esta ciudad de la furia
tomandome una cerveza y fumandome un cigarro.
Meditando si salir a intentar conocer a otra alma
o resignarme al casi patético destino del ermitaño.

Me tomo estos momentos para reflexionar,
mientras el humo del cigarrillo y el alcohol
van haciendo su efecto de analgesia en mí.
Una analgesia a la desolación.

Al menos tengo mis mascotas que me acompañan.
Supongo que no les queda mucha otra opción.
A la larga todos se terminan yendo,
todo es efimero, nada infinito.

Y con estas últimas palabras me despido,
se que puede sonar un poco fatalista, pero no,
aun queda un largo camino que recorrer
de nuevos descubrimientos y revelaciones
o al menos así lo desearía...

Esta noche solo el jazz es mi compañía,
y a quien esté leyendo esto, si está en la misma que yo
SALUD por los olvidados!

Acid Rain

Daylight
In bad dreams
In a cool world
Full of cruel things
Hang tight
All you
Nothing like a big bad bridge
To go burning through

What have the artists said about the song?

An interview with StyleNoir:
“JJ: Behind the beats and the music one can really tell there is a unsettling, macabre nature behind the sounds you produce, was there ever a catalyst for this?

LORN: I grew up surrounded by alcohol and drug addiction, no father, tossed around between family members. I was taught I was a piece of shit by racists in Arkansas. My older brother cut my middle finger off with an ice skate, beat the shit out of me, and later threatened to shoot me in the head with his glock.

I moved around a lot, went to three different schools, always restarting as a stranger. I learned to hate cops fast, spent a year on probation after being arrested for graffiti. Sucked at school, could never and still can never concentrate too well, nearly failed high school had it not been for some art awards I won. At 19 I was institutionalized against my will, met people who hadn’t been outside for 15 years because they weren’t allowed…met the same people for the first time again and again every morning who forgot everything because of their shock treatments…eventually got myself out. After that shit I quit school, took acid as I mentioned earlier and put everything I had left on the line into music and here we are."

Lemonheads

Every love story has a beginning and an ending...

and this may be the ending of this one last adventure

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

The story's getting closer to the end.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.

He'd rather be alone than pretend.

She just wanted him to love her but he didn't.

He took to the woods and wandered in it.

Walked along and on until they couldn't.

Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't.

- she's got everything -

A laugh that makes me smile

A touch that puts my heart to rest

Something in her eyes

And I already bought the diamond ring

She's got everything

She's not the kind of girl
who wants the finer things

Doesn't want a closet full of fancy clothes

Doesn't need a pile of ribbons and bows

But I want her to know how much
she means to me

I hope that she won't be upset

It's not like I would ever forget

But what am I supposed to get for the girl
who's got everything?

The moon, the stars and sky

A touch that puts my heart to rest

Something in her eyes

And I've got everything she'll ever need

She's got everything

I love U

I COULD SAY TOO MANY THINGS...

BUT IF YOU'D REALIZE

THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU

YOU WOULD 

KNOW EVERYTHING

Aruarian Life

Aruarian

Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

Girl: Have I seen you before?
Boy: Me? I don't think so.

Girl: Do you ever go to Angelus Plaza?
Boy: Yes. That's, like, my favorite spot in the city.
Girl: Yeah. Okay, except for the parking lots, but...
Boy: Yeah. I agree.

Girl: Yeah, yeah. I think I've seen you there.
Boy: Really?
Girl: Yeah.
Boy: I haven't seen you.
Girl: You must not have been looking...

Opportunity

Bureaucracy and hypocrisy are contagious and make us all victims eventually. You can take my life from me, but we will do it all again. The seeds of truth will grow. The people will know of the visions that we have endeavored to show. And like the river we will flow, we will do it all again.

Faceless men who represent no idea or purpose intend to prevent revolution though revolution, but we could do it all again. Even when I die, I hope you won't cry, for my life has been happily spent in the struggle... and I love you so I would do it all again.

Pan-STARRS 1

On October 19, the Pan-STARRS 1 survey telescope in Hawaii captured a faint streak of light during its nightly search for asteroids and comets. Astronomer Rob Weryk realised it had a trajectory unlike anything seen before, and follow-up data taken over the next few nights confirmed it had come from outside our solar system. Humanity had identified its first alien visitor from another star.

Its unusual elongated shape has even prompted some to question whether it might have been created artificially by an alien civilisation.

But my colleagues and I have now discovered that while it appears to be an unusually long rocky asteroid it may actually be an icy body covered in a protective crust of organic chemicals.

Source: https://dailyaccord.com/interstellar-alien-object-wrapped-inside-unusual-organic-based-coat/

Cybervaciamiento Social

La existencia de las redes sociales de internet como una herramienta para facilitar y mejorar la comunicación entre las personas parece sonar ideal, pero termina teniendo un efecto totalmente opuesto.

Pareciera que la consigna fuese hacer publica la vida de uno o al menos los sucesos relevantes en la vida de uno para que otros (amigos, familiares o desconocidos) lo vean (si es que llega a suceder). La falta de necesidad de mantener un trato cotidiano con otros, una conversación 1 a 1 o simplemente la necesidad de comunicarse para saber algo de quienes, de una forma u otra, nos interesa, termina volviendose prescindible.

Cuantas veces habré escuchado el "hace mucho no se nada de vos", "leí que lo publicaste" o a veces hasta criticas "en chiste" sobre eventos adversos que a uno le pasan y comparte, en vez de un comentario de interés sobre nuestro bienestar... lamentablemente muchas veces no se tiene con quien compartir muchas cosas como confidencia, pues las redes sociales nos quitaron el hábito de la confidencia y de la comunicación.

Nuestras vidas tienen que ser de dominio público - estar a disposición de todos, por más que a muchos ní les interese siquiera.
Consiste en tener seguidores, en vender con nuestra imagen o vender una idealización de algo, lo que sea (arte, sexualidad, comercial, etc). Y lamentablemente si no se quiere ser parte de eso, se lo deja aislado, obsoleto - no pertenece.

Creo que de allí nace esa necesidad de pertenencia, afectiva, de aceptación por parte de terceros, que seguramente muchos hemos experimentado y que termina muchas veces golpeando bajo. El dominio público termina eligiendo por nostros y SOBRE nostros: "que está bien", "que está mal", "que es aceptable y que no", "como deberiamos ser y dejar de ser", "que música/arte/politica/color/religión/suceso es bueno y cual malo"...

Sinceramente prefiero no pertenecer a una subcultura donde los principios básicos son el aprovechamiento de la imagen y opinión real de cada uno (y muchas veces incluso de otros) para ganar la aceptación de personas (que ni me interesa me acepten) o manipular para conveniencia de pocos.

Quiero que se me valore por quien soy, por lo que hago, digo, pienso y se. No me interesa agradarle a nadie "porque sí" sin que siquiers sepa nada de mi, ni le interese saber mas al respecto. Mucho menos que mi opinión se menosprecie y tergiverse para reforzar las palabras de otros.

No me interesa que alguien quien ni me conoce haga un abuso de mi identidad, que durante mucho tiempo me llevó crear y costó adaptar como propia. Es muy un simple hacer "copy, paste", solo para tener mas "seguidores" y llevarse el credito sin ningún reconocimiento del esfuerzo ajeno. No me interesa valorar a algo o alguien que desvalorice quien soy ni lo que represento.

Somos una cultura de predación en todos los aspectos, desde los recursos naturales hasta los sociales. Sedientos de identidad ante una clara falta de ella y dispuestos a lo que sea para obtener lo que sea que creamos que nos hará mas felices alcanzar - no importa el costo...

Yo soy de las personas que quiere y va a hacer que eso cambie...

Pittura infamante

The Hanged Man (XII) is the twelfth trump or Major Arcana card in most traditional Tarot decks. It is used in game playing as well as in divination.

It depicts a pittura infamante, an image of a man being hung upside-down by one ankle. This method of hanging was a common punishment at the time for traitors in Italy. However, the solemn expression on his face traditionally suggests that he is there by his own accord, and the card is meant to represent self-sacrifice more so than it does corporal punishment or criminality.

In other interpretations, The Hanged Man is a depiction of the Norse god Odin, who suspended himself from a tree in order to gain knowledge.

In his book The Pictorial Key to the Tarot, A. E. Waite, the designer of the Rider-Waite tarot deck, wrote of the symbol:
The gallows from which he is suspended forms a Tau cross, while the figure—from the position of the legs—forms a fylfot cross. There is a nimbus about the head of the seeming martyr. It should be noted that the tree of sacrifice is living wood, with leaves thereon; that the face expresses deep entrancement, not suffering; that the figure, as a whole, suggests life in suspension, but life and not death. [...] I will say very simply on my own part that it expresses the relation, in one of its aspects, between the Divine and the Universe.

There is a halo burning brightly around the hanged man's head, signifying a higher learning or an enlightenment...

Tat Tvam Asi - तत्त्वमसि

Time Lapse

すべての出口は他のどこかの入り口です

It says that a quantum particle doesn't exist in one state or another, but in all of it's possible states at once. It's only when we observe its state that a quantum particle is essentially forced to choose one probability, and that's the state that we observe. Since it may be forced into a different observable state each time, this explains why a quantum particle behaves erratically.
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else...

Egregor

Nadie llega a nuestras vidas por casualidad... todas las personas que interactúan con nosotros están allí por algo.
Nada de lo que nos sucede en nuestras vidas podría haber sido de otra manera. Lo que pasó fue lo único que pudo haber pasado.
Todo comienza en el momento indicado, ni antes, ni después, y si algo terminó es mejor dejarlo, seguir adelante y avanzar...

Una vez que encontremos nuestra resonancia natural de vibración vamos a poder ser, sentir y estar con quien realmente somos y disfrutar cada cosa que hagamos y momento que vivamos.

El respeto y afecto por uno mismo son primordiales para vivir en armonía. Nos abrirá las puertas a la realidad que nos incumbe.


"Lumen et numen salutifer vitae"

Perfume

 ...He heard the random song of birds and the distant music from a harbor tavern; he heard whisperings at his ear, he heard I-love-you and felt his hair ruffle with bliss, now! now at this very moment! He forced open his eyes and groaned with pleasure. 

This perfume was not like any perfume know before. It was not a scent that made things smell better, not some sachet, some toiletry. It was something completely new, capable of creating a whole world, a magical, rich world, and in an instant you forgot all the loathsomeness around you and felt so rich, so at ease, so free, so fine…

"La mayor declaración de amor es la que no se hace... el hombre que siente mucho, habla poco"

- Platón

Divide et impera

"Todo acto de creación es en primer lugar un acto se destrucción".

- Picasso

САСКИЯ

...She is my witch...

♥

Artist: Dandra Verno

Title: "Alquimia"

Technique: Watercolor Paper

αρμονία, résonance, aequilibrium

I guess I'll self-dedicate this song like a reminder for everytime I fall in love with someone who seems no to be corresponded... and I say "seems not to be", because the feeling is reciprocal but time and distance don't make things easy, and sometimes not even possible to work things out...

I just want to talk about you...

Todo ciclo tiene un principio y un final.

Muchas veces no queremos que las cosas terminen, pero todo cierre da comienzo a un nuevo inicio.

El espacio y el tiempo son cíclicos, o al menos hasta cierto punto con cierto grado de elipticidad...

En increíble como toda conjunción de tiempo y espacio es única, mientras que un mismo instante puede albergar infinidad de lugares, y un mismo espacio puede albergar infinidad de momentos. 

Cada suceso es único e irrepetible.

Hablar de casualidad y destino es casi lo mismo. A esta altura de la vida, muy pocas cosas puedo adjudicar a la mera voluntad de ser o hacer, dejando de lado el factor inevitable del "destino".

Somos lo que hacemos con lo que hicieron de nosotros.

En mi vida pareciera que hay un cierto desfasaje espacio-temporal, o tal vez no... pero si puedo asegurar que muchas veces lo que pareciera destinado a ser, por uno u otro motivo pareciera difícil de alcanzar o incluso inalcanzable. A veces hay que dejar de buscar para encontrar...

hay que largarse al infinito sin medir las consecuencias para llegar al destino que nos corresponde.

Cada persona es un núcleo; cada persona es un mundo.

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o

"En el equilibrio de la naturaleza está las respuestas a todas las preguntas" 

- AПZ -

Hole in my heart

I see your face in such a lonely place but you're a million miles away.

I've got your photograph and you've got mine, we said we'd meet again someday.

I won't forget you and I won't let you fade away.

I'll run beside you. I may decide to stay.

What place and forces in the universe are responsible for this?

I was rejected, when we connected, and you sealed it with your kiss.

I won't defy you. I'll be right by you all the way,

sometimes its hard to find the words, the words to say. 

I miss you, I miss you more and more each day. 

I miss you, I miss you more than I can say. 

Our friends think were crazy, we live so far away 

But baby don't you listen, don't you listen to what they say 

I miss you, I miss you more and more each day. 

I miss you, I miss you more than I can say.

Silver's Sea

I'm just a bad boy

All dressed up in fancy clothes

I'm takin' the trouble

To blow my bubbles away

Life is just a bowl of cherries

I'm takin' the trouble

To turn my nights into days

The hot, blazin' sun

Won't hurt my head

'cause you'll always find me

Right there in the shade

I can see all the folks

They're laughin' at me

'cause i'm just naturally lazy, crazy

Bad boy

All dressed up in fancy clothes

I'm takin' the trouble

To blow my bubbles away

Holiday 🎷

♡
Stars shining bright above you

Night seem to whisper "I love you"

Birds singing in the sycamore trees

Dream a little dream of me

Amor y Amistad

La amistad no necesita frecuencia, pero el amor si.
La amistad puede prescindir de ella, en cambio el amor está lleno de ansiedades, de dudas. Un día de ausencia puede ser terrible.
La amistad puede prescindir de la confidencia, pero el amor no. 
Es muy raro que si no hay confidencia, sin ninguna traición.
- Jorge Luis Borges -