Theme for 2014

I don't have time for flatulence and orgasms

We fill up our days and nights
We fill up the gaps in our empty little lives
But we know we are doomed
The moment we walk out the room

Freedom exists, and also the will exists; but freedom of the will does not exist, for a will that aims at its own freedom aims at the unknown.

I think I'm goin' back
To the things I learned so well in my youth
I think I'm returning to
Those days when I was young enough to know the truth
Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more electric trains
No more trees to climb
But thinking young and growing older is no sin
And I can play the game of life to win

I can recall a time
When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend
Now I think I've got
A lot more than just my toys to lend
Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
But every day can be
A magic carpet ride
A little bit of courage is all we lack
So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back

Drinking while sleeping strangers
Unknowingly keep me company
In the hotel bar
Looking out a window that isn't there
Looking at the carpet and the chairs
Well the only words I said today are "beer" and "thank you"
Beer, thank you
Beer, thank you
Beer
Giving praise in a quiet way
Like a church
Like a church
Like a church that’s far away
I've got limitations like Marvin Gaye
Mortal joy is that way
Outside a train sings its whale song
To a long, long train long, long gone
Then silence comes back alone
High as scaffolding
'Til the wind finds something to ping
When the pinging things finds the wind
We're all looking for a body
Or a means to make one sing

Nothing is better, nothing is best
We are unhappy, we are unblessed

We are unfound, we are unseen
Nothing is coming and nothing is clean
Earth is it shaking and people have fled
and Lord, she is taking the eyes from the dead

Demonized body, exorcised mind
Pieces of kindness, exchanged in kind

Nothing is better, nothing is best
We are unhappy, we are unblessed

Mind, it is going and faith is destroyed
It's emptiness showing, God's cruelty deployed
Lovers have left, friends close their eyes
Children bereft, we all are unwise

Nothing is better, nothing is best
We are unhappy, we are unblessed

We are unhappy.

It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.