Day 3331, imagine.

Daily picture, My thoughts

Let’s imagine. Let’s imagine, or maybe better said, presume, that we are all here by coincidence. This spinning rock around a sun has had billions of years to produce us, and this rock will be swallowed by the same sun billions of years from now, long after we are all gone and forgotten. We are not more than a sneeze of our galaxy, and our galaxy is also not much more than a collection of rubble attracting each other. 

Out of this will follow that all the rules, morals, and judgments are worth nothing besides their role in other made-up constructs. So what if we stop judging, and even better, and in theory even possible, what if we no longer learn kids how to judge. Show them the world in all its glory without judgment and let them grow up that way. Kids don’t care about the color of your skin, the country you’re from, or the gender you have or don’t have. The imagination in my thought experiment is thus the following: what would a world look like in 50 years, when most children have never learned how to judge? Imagine all these so-called world leaders who stink up the place now, and the only thing they do is to make sure the trains run on time and that there is food on the table. Politicians are no longer needed in a world like that, just people who know how to manage and organize, and they do that purely because things have to be organized, and do that without any imaginary reasoning.

Day 3234, big a little a.

Daily picture, music

Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you’re the only you
No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
It’s up to you to change your life and my life’s up to me
The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
If you don’t like the life you live, change it now it’s yours
Nothing has effects if you don’t recognise the cause
If the programme’s not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
It’s only you that can decide what life you’re gonna get
If you don’t like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist

But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you’ll never change the system by bombing number ten
Systems just aren’t made of bricks they’re mostly made of people
You may send them into hiding, but they’ll be back again

If you don’t like the rules they make, refuse to play their game (get you, get you, get you, get you, get you, get you, get you)
If you don’t want to be a number, don’t give them your name
If you don’t want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
They’ll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face
If you don’t want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you’re the only you

Day 3157, Hyper-ballad.

Daily picture, music

Björk


We live on a mountain right at the top
There’s a beautiful view from the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car parts, bottles, and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying aroundIt’s become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this before you wake up
So I can feel happier to be safe up here with you
I go through all this before you wake up
So I can feel happier to be safe up here with you

It’s early morning, no one is awake
I’m back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make on their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
I imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

And when it lands
Will my eyes be closed or open?

I go through all this before you wake up
So I can feel happier to be safe up here with you
I go through all this before you wake up
So I can feel happier to be safe up here with you
I go through all this before you wake up
So I can feel happier to be safe up here with you

Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you
Safe up here with you

Day 2381, gangsta’s paradise.

Day's pictures

I still remember when I bought this Coolio cd. It was 1994, and I lived in Curacao, one of the former Dutch Caribbean Islands. I didn’t listen much to radio back then, but I often went to one of the few record stores and just browsed through de cd’s and picked the ones that spoke to me to listen to in the store, that way, I had a nice couple of hours of listening to unknown music and with some luck some new music to take home for keeps.

I never had a specific taste for rap music, but I started listening to Ice-T and Ice Cube around that same time because of the seriousness of their lyrics and what they tried to tell. They sometimes fooled around also, but this Coolio cd was for sure more lighthearted. I still listen to it every now and then, that’s why I keep my cd player around and all the CDs I ever bought, I am a sentimental guy, and these  old CDs bring me back to those day’s like little time machines in a box. 

I have not followed his career or life, but I hope he had a good life and a peaceful way of leaving us all…

The number you can listen to and read the lyrics from is his most famous song “Gangsta’s paradise, it has some good lyrics, and as a part-time philosopher, I can pick and appreciate some lines that are, for me, timeless in the describing the world we still live in. 

Day 2352, Eminem.

Day's pictures, music

I have all kinds of music on my phone, but besides Alanis Morissette, I have only all the albums of Eminem on it. I don’t exactly know why I like his music; it is not his lyrics; he often goes so fast that it is hard to follow for me, it is probably his energy. I like watching YouTube videos where they react to and explain his music, which gives me another appreciation and understanding of why he is praised so highly. I think he has a lot of talent, and he found a lucrative outlet for that; but he is still the tortured artist he’s always been, but he also stayed true to himself and his art.

Day 2162, alone.

Day's pictures

Iron Maiden

The Trooper (1983)

 

The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run

The mighty roar of the Russian guns

And as we race towards the human wall

The screams of pain as my comrades fall

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground

And the Russians fire another round

We get so near, yet so far away

We won’t live to fight another day

~

We get so close, near enough to fight

When a Russian gets me in his sights

He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow

A burst of rounds takes my horse below

And as I lay there, gazing at the sky

My body’s numb and my throat is dry

And as I lay forgotten and alone

Without a tear, I draw my parting groan

What does my cat dream.

My thoughts

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I am listening to eighties music on YouTube and was thinking about my nostalgic period of the month. I guess because I was a teenager back then that that’s why I love that music so mush, even the song I didn’t like back then.

You are so mush emptier when you’re young that every sip of life makes a deeper impression then they do now, when you are older, and you are full…almost full.

When I go to bed I often hope to dream about those days, maybe my cat is doing that now.

This is the music list i played: 80 hits