| The Moody Blues – Question Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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| The Moody Blues – Question Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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if a song is titled "the question," it sure stands without the requirement of an answer. There may be many answers, the answers may change over time... an eternal question? Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war? 'Cos when we stop and look around us, There is nothing that we need, In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door Because the truth is hard to swallow That's what the war of love is for. the truth is hard to swallow but it is the truth that sets you free and allows universal love for its eternity, beyond individual, materialistic reality... there is the war for love, perpetual, beyond time or singular, individuals' experience. This is shared, even for a moment, but it is hard to be in this awareness all the time... but it is a shared moment for those who have glimpsed the "truth"... it is nevertheless a struggle... It's not the way that you say it When you say those things to me It's more the way that you mean it When you tell me what will be. the "way" alleged, "caring" style of how things are said may be nearly obsolete, maybe a cliche... it is "more", not necessarily exactly, the way you mean it since it is a conversation between two souls, and that in this realm, it is not of this world but of a world to be, dreamed and perhaps realised...if possible... BUT: And when you stop and think about it You won't believe it's true -- if, out of the conversation, as a single person's hindsight, the dream is... well, ungrounded and void. the realm is a shared deal only available to two souls dwelling in the same shared awareness beyond logic and public/commonality... That all the love you've been giving Has all been meant for you. a mutual thing... an each other state... tha's luv... I'm looking for someone to change my life, I'm looking for a miracle in my life, And if you could see what it's done to me, To lose the love I knew Could safely lead me through. multiple interpretations open here, but one i may dwell on is that, having arrived at an understanding, with a sentient soul, the mission now is to radiate the "higher love" as a spreading of sharing that love to an otherwise, unfamiliar world... maybe... like grasping that truth, now is the thing that must be the device that reveals to more sentients that it is this war of love that must endure... blablabla let's move on... To learn as we grow old, The secrets of our soul. let's keep the line open and ponder what we, united have learned (not a break up song) time, immaterial... only aging... Between the silence of the mountains, And the crashing of the sea, There lies a land I once lived in, And she's waiting there for me, But in the grey of the morning, My mind becomes confused, Between the dead and the sleeping, And the road that I must chose. In solitary awareness is the open line for communion despite vast space time distance... with faith that she is there ... where "they" started... but waking alone, empirical reality is... a test for the mind and options are with those that may not respond and those that may wake up to... his voice... and the road continues to lead to that miracle he may find... you? |
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| The Moody Blues – Question Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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1 hr 1 min ago Rated 0 if a song is titled "the question," it sure stands without the requirement of an answer. There may be many answers, the answers may change over time... an eternal question? Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war? 'Cos when we stop and look around us, There is nothing that we need, In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door Because the truth is hard to swallow That's what the war of love is for. the truth is hard to swallow but it is the truth that sets you free and allows universal love for its eternity, beyond individual, materialistic reality... there is the war for love, perpetual, beyond time or singular, individuals' experience. This is shared, even for a moment, but it is hard to be in this awareness all the time... but it is a shared moment for those who have glimpsed the "truth"... it is nevertheless a struggle... It's not the way that you say it When you say those things to me It's more the way that you mean it When you tell me what will be. the "way" alleged, "caring" style of how things are said may be nearly obsolete, maybe a cliche... it is "more", not necessarily exactly, the way you mean it since it is a conversation between two souls, and that in this realm, it is not of this world but of a world to be, dreamed and perhaps realised...if possible... BUT: And when you stop and think about it You won't believe it's true -- if, out of the conversation, as a single person's hindsight, the dream is... well, ungrounded and void. the realm is a shared deal only available to two souls dwelling in the same shared awareness beyond logic and public/commonality... That all the love you've been giving Has all been meant for you. a mutual thing... an each other state... tha's luv... I'm looking for someone to change my life, I'm looking for a miracle in my life, And if you could see what it's done to me, To lose the love I knew Could safely lead me through. multiple interpretations open here, but one i may dwell on is that, having arrived at an understanding, with a sentient soul, the mission now is to radiate the "higher love" as a spreading of sharing that love to an otherwise, unfamiliar world... maybe... like grasping that truth, now is the thing that must be the device that reveals to more sentients that it is this war of love that must endure... blablabla let's move on... To learn as we grow old, The secrets of our soul. let's keep the line open and ponder what we, united have learned (not a break up song) time, immaterial... only aging... Between the silence of the mountains, And the crashing of the sea, There lies a land I once lived in, And she's waiting there for me, But in the grey of the morning, My mind becomes confused, Between the dead and the sleeping, And the road that I must chose. In solitary awareness is the open line for communion despite vast space time distance... with faith that she is there ... where "they" started... but waking alone, empirical reality is... a test for the mind and options are with those that may not respond and those that may wake up to... his voice... and the road continues to lead to that miracle he may find... you? |
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| The Moody Blues – Question Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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if a song is titled "the question," it sure stands without the requirement of an answer. There may be many answers, the answers may change over time... an eternal question? Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war? 'Cos when we stop and look around us, There is nothing that we need, In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door Because the truth is hard to swallow That's what the war of love is for. the truth is hard to swallow but it is the truth that sets you free and allows universal love for its eternity, beyond individual, materialistic reality... there is the war for love, perpetual, beyond time or singular, individuals' experience. This is shared, even for a moment, but it is hard to be in this awareness all the time... but it is a shared moment for those who have glimpsed the "truth"... it is nevertheless a struggle... It's not the way that you say it When you say those things to me It's more the way that you mean it When you tell me what will be. the "way" alleged, "caring" style of how things are said may be nearly obsolete, maybe a cliche... it is "more", not necessarily exactly, the way you mean it since it is a conversation between two souls, and that in this realm, it is not of this world but of a world to be, dreamed and perhaps realised...if possible... BUT: And when you stop and think about it You won't believe it's true -- if, out of the conversation, as a single person's hindsight, the dream is... well, ungrounded and void. the realm is a shared deal only available to two souls dwelling in the same shared awareness beyond logic and public/commonality... That all the love you've been giving Has all been meant for you. a mutual thing... an each other state... tha's luv... I'm looking for someone to change my life, I'm looking for a miracle in my life, And if you could see what it's done to me, To lose the love I knew Could safely lead me through. multiple interpretations open here, but one i may dwell on is that, having arrived at an understanding, with a sentient soul, the mission now is to radiate the "higher love" as a spreading of sharing that love to an otherwise, unfamiliar world... maybe... like grasping that truth, now is the thing that must be the device that reveals to more sentients that it is this war of love that must endure... blablabla let's move on... To learn as we grow old, The secrets of our soul. let's keep the line open and ponder what we, united have learned (not a break up song) time, immaterial... only aging... Between the silence of the mountains, And the crashing of the sea, There lies a land I once lived in, And she's waiting there for me, But in the grey of the morning, My mind becomes confused, Between the dead and the sleeping, And the road that I must chose. In solitary awareness is the open line for communion despite vast space time distance... with faith that she is there ... where "they" started... but waking alone, empirical reality is... a test for the mind and options are with those that may not respond and those that may wake up to... his voice... and the road continues to lead to that miracle he may find... you? |
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| Sonic Youth – 'Cross the Breeze Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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let's so walking on the water -an invitation to go for a walk, to talk, be in con-verse-(with verse) ation.... in this context (familiar, as miraculous, with someone named jesus to many but here, incidental). it is to be exclusive of all the mundane common bindings of human existence. ideas of religion, nationality, even language, time frame are irrelevant.... as an... immortal or myth... In this encounter while walking (moving, drifting thinking along ...) close your eyes and make believe you can do whatever you please... consider but not limit to: "Make, Be, Leave" imagine yourself... manifest, then go on, be on your way fly fly fly... should i stay or go... the presence of Kim (or whomever one may interpret the voice to be) is considering that if the receiver is not ready, receptive, engaging, that she may as well go... the truth is not conceivable... for everyone, or delusional security may be hard to part with... so, "I think I ought to go..." I'm trying for the future... just as Christ, funny that way, haha still work to be done, not there yet... the human condition, where we should be able to walk on water, even if in make belief... I took a look into the hate It made me feel very up to date yes still work left to be done... the answer is blowin' in the wind... |
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| Steely Dan – Babylon Sisters Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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Babylon, the city struck down for building their tower too high in defiance to God... or simply, sin city, may seem like uninhibited LA where glamour and starpower are a commodity, a sort of a bubbling Babylon. I interpret the Baby-sisters as Hollywood-area-active young girls, fine and young, who have license to go anywhere with their ... Babylonian (lack of moral fears), freedom. Groupies, stars for the stars, girls with attitude/confidence, prostitutes.., Sunset (Blvd) to the sea certainly seems to be Malibu where the driver has a pad or where she has a pad or where she has access to a pad (and the driver is "a guest?"). Could be a big movie producer's pet, house sitter, who can freely socialize with stars in East Sunset Blvd, where the music clubs are (Roxy, Whisky-a gogo). Driving west from the club areas, you would drive through Bel Air... and if you were in, say a convertible, or windows down, you'd best not make too much of a scene or draw unnecessary attention... Our driver/story teller is mature... more composed (vulnerable to rumors...?) Not a game for three... she could be wavering from her current relationship, but may be attached to the perks... still speculating. Santa Ana winds (certainly southern Calif. late summer) imply the day (if not days) after the night where the distant lights are visible. Certainly the ocean is where people can cool off, even stars. Certainly won't note the winds during the night... jog with show folk is morning on Malibu. Babylon Sisters gotta shake it. They are movers and shakers, the girls who know they are in their prime and domain. They are irre(babylon)sisterble to men in general, but even to very acute judges of glamour, beauty, charisma, rock personages in the city of the glamour industry. It is their domain, they can go to places where they are recognized. The idea that "your the only one" is completely at odds with what likely drew the sisters into Babylon in the first place... mass appeal? fame/fortune? privilege/control/power... hardcore fun in the sun... but don't get burned... And as Babylon fell, so are the Sisters vulnerable, their good looks are fleeting, so... it is the bloom melancholy/privilege of our storyteller... Enjoy while you can... it is no one night stand, it IS a REAL occasion it is everything they say...the meeting of mature awareness and world fame potentiality at the end of the world (as west as heading west will take you). |
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