Raze (14684)

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Journal of Raze (14684)

Friday February 24, 06

We All Have To Believe In Something

12:42 AM

Beauty is Art and Art is Beauty

I started out 2006 re-charging my fragile belief system by pulling out records from my youth. When I slid A Different Kind of Tension onto my turn-table I remembered with fondness how I used to give this one some heavy rotation:

In these times of contention
it's not my intention to make things plain
I'm looking through mirrors
to catch the reflection that can't be mine
I'm losing control now
I'll just have to slow down a thought or two
I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past

I believe in the worker's revolution
And I believe in the final solution
I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the shape of things to come
And I believe in I'm not the only one
Yes I believe in
I believe in

When I poison my system
I take thoughts and twist them into shapes
I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do
I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in
I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin

I believe in the immaculate conception
And I believe in the resurrection
And I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the elixir of youth
And I believe in the absolute truth
Yes I believe in
I believe in

There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore

I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience
I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind
It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time
Everything is and that is why it is will be the line

I believe in perpetual motion
And I believe in perfect devotion
I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the things I've never had
I believe in my Mum and my Dad
And I believe in
I believe in

There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore

I'm skippin' the pages of a book
that takes ages for the foreword to end
Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view
My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast
The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling
I just want them to last

I believe in original sin
And I believe what I believe in
Yes I believe in
I believe in
I believe in the web of fate
And I believe in I'm going to be late
So I'll be leavin'
What I believe in

There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore
There is no love in this world anymore

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  • There are people going hungry every day
    They've got nothing on their plates
    And you're filling your fat face with every different kind of cake
    And if you ever go lardy, or go lame
    I will drop you straight away
    That's the price you have to pay
    For every stupid thing you say

    There are people going lonely, and they'll stay
    Lonely fay into the year
    Because you're making blinkers fashionable
    And fashionably you'll say
    "All is equal in love and war" and
    "I'm sorry, but I've got some things to do"
    And you pretend to read a book you'll never finish till the day

    That the author dedicates it
    To A Century Of Fakers
    They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history today
    Yeah, the author dedicates it
    To A Century Of Fakers
    He was an anarchist, he tried his best but it wasn't good enough

    Did I say I would see you soon?
    Well I'm sorry, but i just came off my bike
    And my face is scarred
    And chance has barred me seeing you tonight
    I was over the other side of the city
    And if the truth be known I'd say
    That you look great from there before you shaved your golden hair today

    Everybody's trying to make us
    Another century of fakers
    They took you mould and burned it on the fire of history today
    Everybody's trying to make us
    Another cool decade of fakers
    Another century of fakers
    Anonymous -- Friday February 24 2006, @11:44PM (#200133)
  • Si je m'arrête un instant
    Pour te parler de ma vie
    Juste comme ça tranquillement
    Dans un bar rue St-Denis

    J'te raconterai les souvenirs
    Bien gravés dans ma mémoire
    De cette époque ou vieillir
    Était encore bien illusoire

    Quand j'agaçais les p'tites filles
    Pas loin des balançoires
    Et que mon sac de billes
    Devenait un vrai trésor

    Et ces hivers enneigés
    À construire des igloos
    Et rentrer les pieds g'lés
    Juste à temps pour Passe-Partout

    Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester
    De la p'tite école et d'la cour de récré?
    Quand les avions en papier ne partent plus au vent
    On se dit que l'bon temps passe finalement... ...comme une étoile filante

    Si je m'arrête un instant
    Pour te parler de la vie
    Je constate que bien souvent
    On choisit pas mais on subit
    Et que les rêves des ti-culs
    s'evanouissent ou se refoulent
    Dans cette réalité crue
    Qui nous embarque dans le moule

    Le trentaine, la bedaine
    Les morveux, l'hypothèque
    Les bonheurs et les peines
    Les bons coups et les échecs

    Travailler, faire d'son mieux
    En arracher, s'en sortir
    Et espérer être heureux
    Un peu avant de mourir

    Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester
    De notre p'tit passage dans ce monde effréné
    Après avoir existé pour gagner du temps
    on dira que l'on n'était finalement ...que des étoiles filantes

    Si je m'arrête un instant
    Pour te parler de la vie
    Juste comme ça tranquillement
    Pas loin du Carré St-Louis

    C'est qu'avec toi je suis bien
    Et que j'ai pu' l'goût de m'en faire
    Parce que tsé voir trop loin
    C'pas mieux que r'garder en arrière

    Malgré les vieilles amertumes
    Et les amours qui passent
    Les chums qu'on perd dans la brume
    Et les idéaux qui se cassent

    La vie s'accroche et renaît
    Comme les printemps reviennent
    Dans une bouffée d'air frais
    Qui apaise les coeurs en peine

    Ça fait qu' si à' soir t'as envie de rester
    Avec moi, la nuit est douce on peut marcher
    Et même si on sait ben que tout dure rien qu'un temps
    J'aimerais ça que tu sois pour un moment... ...mon étoile filante

    Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester...
    Mais au bout du ch'min dis-moi c'qui va rester... ...que des étoiles filantes

    If I stop for a moment to tell you about my life like that, in no hurry, in a bar on St Denis
    I'll tell you about the souvenirs, engraved in my memory, from that time when growing old was just illusory
    When I would annoy little girls near the swings and when a bag of marbles was like a real treasure
    And these snowed up winters building igloos and going home our feet frozen, just in time for the children's programme
    But at the end of the road tell me what will be left of the small school and the playground
    When paper planes don't fly anymore
    You tell yourself good times fly by as fast as shooting stars
    If I stop for a moment to tell you about my life I note that most of the time you endure, you do not choose, and that brats' dreams vanish or are repressed in a raw reality that casts us all in the same mould
    In your thirties, pot bellied, the kids, the mortgage, good times, unhappy times, strokes of luck and failures
    Working, doing one's best, striving, pulling through and hoping to be happy, briefly, just before dying
    But at the end of the road tell me what will be left of our brief visit in this frantic world, after having existed only to save time, we'll say that at the end of the day we were just shooting stars
    If I stop for a moment to tell you about my life, like this in no hurry near the Carré st Louis
    It's just that I like being with you
    And I don't feel like worrying anymore
    cos you know looking ahead is no better than looking back
    In spite of ancient bitterness and old loves that pass away
    mates that get lost in the mist and broken ideals
    Life holds tights and is revived as springs return
    in
    Anonymous -- Saturday February 25 2006, @12:55AM (#200137)
  • "There is no love in this world anymore"

    It's an eye opening line, of where things often seem headed!!
    redpathetic -- Sunday February 26 2006, @02:54PM (#200318)
    (User #6184 Info)
    Happy in this final acceptance of his own absurdity...Albert Camus
  • I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
    There they are all standing in a row
    Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
    Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
    That’s what the showman said
    I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
    Every ball you throw will make me rich
    There stands my wife, the idol of me life
    Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
    Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts (they’re lovely)
    There they are all standing in a row (one, two, three, four)
    Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head (and bigger)
    Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
    That’s what the showman said
    I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
    Every ball you throw will make me rich
    There stands my wife, the idol of me life
    Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (all together now)
    Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (harmony)
    Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
    Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
    KenBarlow -- Sunday February 26 2006, @02:54PM (#200319)
    (User #13803 Info)
    There is no such thing in life as Norman


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