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04-30-2008, 04:09 AM | #11 |
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Location: Damn, I'm lost again!... but now I have a map, wiii!
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I can also mention that "life" without other people's insight and geniality would be rather... boooooooring (thanks Piz for your contribution to my happiness with your art). But this takes me to Sakamoto's work, and since I must use lyrics I'm a bit limited, but this one is an awesome music too:
I see the lines in the palm of its hand now I listen hard but no words spring to mind And it sounds so sweet, listen to its heartbeat And I'm drowning in its sea Falling at its feet Listen to my heartbeat baby And the blood sail leaves tonight Fated in its blindness And it won't be long before help is at hand And the darkness sleeps Cushioning the heartbeat And I killed the captain, sank the fleet To liberate the heartbeat baby And it sounds so sweet And it sounds so sweet Listen to our hearts beat And the darkness sleeps Cushioning the heartbeat And I'm drowning in its sea Falling at its feet Listen to my heartbeat baby It speaks to ghosts and souls alike Springs to life, and doesn't think twice Wrapped in the blood sail Bathed in snow Nailed to the source and it won't let go Fed on the bible, grown from trees It opened the mind and the heart was free A home in the silence, safe from sound Where trouble sleeps and the light is found Ryuichi Sakamoto/David Sylvian/Ingrid Chavez's "Heartbeat" It's a rewarding experience to listen a fellow human being's heart, I know it sounds awkward, and a bit gay too, but I don't give a fck to "uninformed opinions"... try it first, with your husband/boyfriend/girfriend/wife/son/father/mother/friends/not yet friends/grandmother/grandfather and any one that shows himself available to try it... it's "life", that sound actually holds part of the meaning of the word "life" (you can spell it over and over and never grasp its meaning... but you hear that sound and you are a step closer to... "life")... ...mmm, now everyone knows how "strange" I can be...
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