Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Monday, August 15, 2011

"We'll Still Be Getting Gone"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMjXZlUOWSE


"Feel it burn in my soul.
Like a wound that is exposed.
I need to run, I need to go.
I took my time, I got no more.

So take me somewhere I don't know.
'cause Home is not places, it is Love.

I told myself that it was fine,
no shame in the jagged lines.
But then I woke in the night,
it raised my sense for a fight.

So take me somewhere I don't know
'cause home is not places, it is Love.

And I, I don't want no control
'cause home is not places it is Love.

It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love

Move along, move along, you're going too slow, you'll never see it All!
Do your dance, sing a song, I just need us both to Carry On!
Oh move along, move along, we won't stop until we've seen it All!
Clap your hands, sing a song, everything that we've ever had is gone, its gone :)
Oh move along, move along, we will sleep when our heartbeat is gone!
Lets live our lives, holding on, just you and me, we'll still be getting gone. we'll still be getting gone."

-"Home Is Not Places", The Apache Relay

Loving these guys right now.

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