Echos of the Past

We all live in the shadows of history, whether we realise or not.
We are the remnants of what has come before...

Never give the crowd(s) what they want, or they will always expect it.
Never give the crowd(s) what they expect, or they will always want it.

The function of art.
The beauty of science.


(Just a bloggers note:
Don't expect that much newish stuff here in the next month or so
but possibly expect a flurry of bollocks say around mid March!
Sorry for any convenience this causes)

Bittersweet Rhapsody

Premise:

For Some reason I decided to steal selected lyrics to songs that I found vaguely interesting, without asking for any permission, but hey I'm not claiming I made them up am I? In my defense I have been listening to my generic MP3 player rather profusely, as I am taking many bus, boat and train rides lately. I didn't ask for your approval anyway. So just read the damn post or just skip to the next one already!

Song: Burn My Shadow
Artist: Unkle
Lyrics:

I have burned my tomorrows
And I stand inside today
At the edge of the future
And my dreams all fade away

And burn my shadow away...

Song: I think I'm In Love
Artist: Beck
Lyrics:

What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?

Take a little picture in a photo booth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away


Song: Magnet's Coil
Artist: Sebadoh
Lyrics:

The longer I try to keep my mouth shut
The sooner little brain is gonna boil
And if you turn back, just to fuck me up
I'll cut you loose and watch you fall
It feels good just to bitch about it
Scratch that itch until it bleeds
But I don't really want to lose you
And does it all depend on me?
It's always personal between us
But you won't say what's on your mind

Song: Life On Mars
Artist: David Bowie
Lyrics:

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lenin's on sale again.
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more

Disclaimer: (Just to end this amicably)
I do not necessarily understand what all or any of these lyrics mean, but I also may not be able to afford the sort of substances these artists were on when they created these gems. Though it may depend which country your in, to determine how much they cost.

Insufficient Data

The only way to make sense of the world is to create.

Wars fought in the name of 'Democracy' or "Freedom', still have the same effect on the victims. Who will not remember them favourably, no matter how much time passes...

Or so I've been told.

Man in the picture: The Shootings of 3rd May, 1808 - GOYA, Francisco

He died in a second , but has lived on for 200 years...

"For the first time war was depicted as futile and inglorious and for the first time there were no heroes only killers and the killed. "

One of Goya's "Black Paintings"

"Some of his visions seem to go deeper into the dark recesses of the mind than we are capable of penetrating. One, "Saturn Devouring one of his Children" (above), is one of the most horrifying pictures ever painted. His life built up to a climax, isolations and despair provided the conditions in which he produced his innermost masterpieces."

Sane reaction to an insane world?