candyhippie
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I draw coloring pages (www.etsy.com/shop/CandyHippie), and I love language. I'd call myself a writer if only I did it enough. I've always loved lyrically strong music more than most stand-alone poetry.
| Jimmy Buffett – Lone Palm Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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I can relate to what you've written here, though I've moved on now. Parents are not always right, to put it mildly. I have a couple links for you, in case they might help: https://www.reddit.com/r/raisedbynarcissists/ https://www.reddit.com/r/LifeAfterNarcissism/ You are a good person. |
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| Guided by Voices – Wondering Boy Poet Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| I'm sorry. It's so hard to adjust to the fact that nothing can be done. And nothing I could say could really help. But I'm sorry. | |
| Don Huonot – Kuujärven Jää Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| This part of an Alan Watts talk helps me out when the inevitability of mystery and ignorance freaks me out. Maybe it'll help you out too? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vdlkoQf014 (Pardon the cheesy piano; I couldn't find a YouTube version without it.) | |
| George – Chemical Dreams Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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Haha, I also thought I had to rewrite my reply because it didn't immediately appear. So here you go, two for one. Or three for one now. |
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| George – Chemical Dreams Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| Right on, thanks for the advice, it saved me from another rewrite of an entry. I'm thinking the problem might be that it doesn't save the comment/entry if the page in which one is writing is left sitting open for a long time. Just a guess though. | |
| George – Chemical Dreams Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| Bang on, thanks for the help. I took your advice for the latest entry, wrote it in notepad and copy-pasted. Saved me from another rewrite when the thing inevitably didn't post. It seems to fail to save the entry if the entry-writing page is open for a long time. Just a guess though. | |
| George – Strange Days Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| wat | |
| Björk – Come To Me Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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I dunno, my dear. You say everyone else at your school is a poser and you and your friends are the only legit emos, but the music you listen to is pretty mainstream too -- your bands are only a little bit less popular than the musicians you describe as 'mainstream.' I bet a lot of those popular kids and posers share some of your music interests. I'm speaking from personal preference as an ancient 30 year old, but here are a few recommendations to add to your playlist: Nightwish, Malice Mizer, Tool, A Perfect Circle, The Doors, The Tea Party and Mindless Self Indulgence. And if you want to get downright obscure, try The Boston Post and Splashdown. |
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| Go Sailor – Every Day Lyrics | 10 years ago |
| Thanks a lot! :) | |
| Nightwish – The Greatest Show on Earth Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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"Archaean horizon, The first sunrise" Earth's history is divided into four principal Eons: the Hadean, the Archean, Proterozoic, and the Phanerozoic. The Hadean is the Eon during which the Earth and Moon formed; in the Archaean, primordial life appeared. (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Earth) "On a pristine gaea" Gaia is the primordial Greek goddess of the Earth. More recently, the Gaia hypothesis is a recognition of the living and nonliving Earth systems which form an interdependent whole. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia) "Opus perfectum, Somewhere there, us sleeping" Pristine perfection (of silence, of a blank page, of the very point from which the big bang itself sprung) implies a rich creative potential. Here Earth is painted in the same powerful way. Diversity awaits; unborn beings are sleeping the same sleep to which they will return at death. This interpretation is thematically linked with the album's opening track, "Shudder before the Beautiful," which includes the lyrics, "The music of this awe, Deep silence between the notes, Deafens me with endless love." Or as the furious hobbit screamed at the novice trumpeter, "An artist respects the silence, it serves as the foundation of creativity." (https://youtu.be/9E62iA6KCIQ) [Part 2: Life] "The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire, A careless cold infinity in every vast direction. Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone" Gravity pulls the Earth and its inhabitants around the energizing Sun in an otherwise inhospitable universe. Earth is the only planet in our solar system's circumstellar habitable zone, orbiting at the "just right, not too hot, not too cold" distance from the Sun. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circumstellar_habitable_zone) "She has a tale to tell, From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast, Enter LUCA" In astronomy, stellar nurseries are the birthplaces of stars: they nurse stars (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_formation#Stellar_nurseries). Poetically, our solar system is another "stellar nursery," in which a star is the nurse, caring for and warming a planet of 'newborns,' early carbon-based life. "Feast" evokes the incorporation of plentiful chemical building blocks into rudimentary life forms. "LUCA" stands for "Last universal common ancestor," the one single organism from which all other presently existing life on Earth descended. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_universal_ancestor) "The tapestry of chemistry is a writing in the garden, Leading us to the mother of all" The periodic table of elements does look like a sort of patchwork tapestry, but this can go further. The historical function of tapestries was as "nomadic murals," pictographical histories which moving people could pack up and revisit wherever they went. The "writing in the garden," in nature, is not only the stone murals left by dead animals in the form of fossils, but is also this chemical writing that encodes the relatively nomadic DNA molecule with the instructions for life. The scientific investigation of this information leads us back to LUCA, and further. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapestry#Function) "We are one, We are a universe," This is the natural conclusion to draw from the fact that life shares common origin, that all life is built with the same blocks, and that all life on Earth is interdependent (gaia hypothesis). The multiplicity of beings on Earth are one, just as the cells in a body are one. "Forebears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea." The Devonian geologic time period marked the first significant, rapid diversification of life (and the more well-known Cambrian explosion is another of these 'adaptive radiation' events). It was during the Devonian that the 'higher plants' appeared and blanketed the continents with forests. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devonian). The word "scion" refers to a shoot of a plant cut for grafting, and is also used to denote a descendent of a notable family. Both meanings apply. "Aeons pass, Writing the tale of us all. A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth" Evolutionary adaptation is written in the DNA and as fossils in the rocks, and is ongoing. Species die, diversifiy and delineate. Every day is different, every day something changes. "Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars" Ion channels are found in the membranes of all cells, controlling the flow of energy through the cells. The stuff of stars is all the physical matter we're made of. So it's the ion channels, guiding enery, which allow living bodies to interact with the rest of the world by exchanging energy with it. "Stuff of stars" is surely a Sagan reference: "The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff." (For fun: https://youtu.be/XGK84Poeynk) "Bedding the tree of a biological holy, Enter life" The bed of a tree is the nutrient-rich soil from which it grows, a soil made of dead things. The "tree of a biological holy" is probably the tree of life (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tree_of_life). This line refers to the "holy" legendary tree of everlasting life but also means the conceptual, branching family tree of all life, whose bed consists of all deceased beings (in a more literal sense), or all extinct ancestral species (in a more abstract sense). This is thematically linked with the song "Alpenglow." "We are here to care for the garden, The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful" "We" could be human beings tasked with acting as nature's stewards, garden of eden style, but that's not chronological -- human beings haven't quite appeared in the song yet. "We" could instead be all of life itself, in a gaia-philosophy sense, which posits that life creates environments ever more hospitable to more life. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaia_philosophy) Or maybe it's a combination of these two thoughts: life eventually creates an environment suitable for the development of consiously acting, thinking human stewards. [Part 3: The Toolmaker] "After a billion years, The show is still here. Not a single one of your fathers died young." Every single one of a given person's ancestors, male and female, lived past puberty at least. But "fathers" evokes "forefathers," which has a nicer storytelling ring to it than "parents." "The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar" Handymen are good with tools; travelers posessing hands rather than forefeet walk upright. Hominids originated in Africa and spread to the rest of the world from there. Lucy is a particular specimen of the Australopithecus, one of many "missing links" between modern humans and nonhuman ancestors. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_(Australopithecus)) "Gave birth to fantasy, To idolatry, To self-destructive weaponry. Enter the God of gaps Deep within the past. Atavistic dread of the hunted!" The brain grows, consciousness and creativity along with it. Atavism is the tendency to revert to ancestral type, an evolutionary throwback. Fight-or-flight instincts that helped human ancestors survive have now been creatively projected onto the world to both explain it (origins, meaning, suffering) and gain security in it (bargaining through sacrifice). These are the roots of theism. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atavism) "Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought, The architecture of understanding. The human lust to feel so exceptional, To rule the Earth" Nomadic people develop agriculture and settle down into civilizations. The word "architecture" is at once both literal and figurative. The efficiency of civilization graces people with free time to do more than just feed themselves. They develop rich cultural traditions, arts and philosophies, much of which are deeply influenced by how different humans now are from all the rest of life. "Hunger for shiny rocks, For giant mushroom clouds, The will to do as you'd be done by." Shiny rocks are wealth: gold, precious stones, jewels, and later uranium which leads to the nuclear arms race. The golden rule -- "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" -- is a coin with a dark side: "an eye for an eye," revenge. This ensures the "MAD"ness of mutually assured destruction. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutual_assured_destruction) "Enter history, the grand finale. Enter ratkind." "Ratkind" comes from Richard Dawkins' book "The Ancestor's Tale." Dawkins imagines a post-apocalyptic world in which rodents feast on the remnants of humanity (and humanity's garbage). The rat population explodes, and then as they exhaust these resources they turn on one another for food. As a consequence of natural selection, the rats diverge into new carnivorous and herbivorous species, and perhaps, eventually, a specices of rodent whose intelligence rivals that of humans. This is "ratkind." (http://iberianature.com/wildworld/tag/ratkind/) "Man, he took his time in the sun, Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand." From William Blake: "To see a World in a Grain of Sand, And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." ...And the story of the planet in 24 minutes. Not bad. "He gave birth to poetry, But one day'll cease to be. Greet the last light of the library" A bittersweet redundancy: poetry with library, the last light with ceasing to be. Reminiscent of Elan: "Be the first to greet the morn [...] Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral." "We were here!" Who else is going to vote for this song's inclusion on the next Voyager golden record, if there'll ever be one? I want to beam this song into space forever. "The remarkable thing about this planet is that in just the same way an apple tree apples, the Earth peoples! We didn't come into this world. We came out of it." - Alan Watts. |
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