Life & Naansense

Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said. Bring me a chocolate and I’ll guarantee you more naansense. And in case it doesn't fit in with your prejudices, i give you Robert Frost:
"Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense."

Made my day, this song!

I’m fed with livestock 
Rain, grasses and grain 
That I bought in a city 
From another city that I 
Cannot name. 

And I’ll meet you for dinner 
And we’ll speak the same 
What choice have we got? 
We kiss women who love us 
And we love the same. 

And these men that we’re making, 
These men we’ve become, 
Who speak with conviction 
But can’t find the answers 
When the day is done, 

Will we side with the same truth 
When we’ve mined long enough? 
Will we stand up and see eye to eye 
Once the wild has torn 
straight through our guts? 

We all 
We all 
In all 

When I talk like a liar, 
When I’ve sold all my dreams, 
When I stand tall, like a monument 
That’s when you know that I’ll never wash clean. 

Some wait for the whisper. 
Some wait for God. 
But it’s never gonna be 
how you want it to be 
So, boy, just play along. 

'cause there's a truth 
Buried in the murder— 
A man I want to know. 
So I can still look at myself 
In the the mirror 
And say, “Hell, you know 
Damn well the right way to go.”

(Source: Spotify)

  • 24 April 2013
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