| Procol Harum – Barnyard Story Lyrics | 3 years ago |
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Even though the rooster has grown old and his eyesight fails, he can still find a nugget. Such a life with smooth walking on the ground, chickens in the barnyard and a stick in the wood stove does not mean that you have control over your inner life. Things pile up, like pain, things pile up, which leads to veiling. Depressions with hiking through the least accessible places on earth become your route with unpredictable intervals and unpredictable strength. When I first met Odin, he asked me if I wanted to go up the tree. I answered no, but he said it was probably the best thing for me. We crawled in the tree, devoted to ourselves and only to ourselves, for nine days we hung in the tree. With glowing brains, curled up around our terms. We were exhausted Odin and I. He said he had become wise, I said I thought I had become wiser. We didn't say anything more before we parted. I've been in the tree some times since. It becomes trivial over time. Three times I have stood upon Olympus. For a brief moment, I merged with everything and could feel the coherence of everything, the meaning of all things, and the fullness of all things. Heureka! The last impression that will be left when I walk away. I don't think I'll go there again, in the tree or upon Olympus. Venlafxinen has put an end to it. A relief and a painful loss. |
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