OOOOOO....OH OH.....OOOOO...OH OH.... OH, UP WITH THE MORNING, HALF WITH A PHOTO CUP I GUESS I'M LEAVING, I'M ALWAYS LEAVING OH, PLANS BEFORE MY HEART, KEEP IT THERE IT IS HELL, GIVE ME NO NO FEELING FEEL NO FEELING KEEPS COMING ON, KEEPS COMING ON, KEEPS COMING ON IT KEEPS COMING ON, IT KEEPS COMING ON, IT KEEPS COMING ON, KEEPS COMING ON OH, EVERYTHING'S FUCKED, GIVE ME SOMETHING TO KEEP, KEEP KEEP FROM BREATHING KEEP ME FROM BREATHING
OH, FLYING IN THE BED, YOU GO THE KEYS TO MY HEART AND I GOT NO FEELING, I GOT NO FEELING I HOPE IT'S OVER NOW, I HOPE I CATCH SOME PILLS TO DIE BUT WE'RE SUCCEEDING, WE'RE SUCCEEDING I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW, I GOT NO FEELING, I GOT NO FEELING IT KEEPS COMING ON, IT KEEPS COMING ON , IT KEEPS COMING ON IT KEEPS COMING ON, IT KEEPS COMING ON, IT KEEPS COMING ON I WILL LEAVE, I WILL LEAVE THIS PLACE IN MY HEART, NO DARKNESS SPACE ALL MY LIFE, I'VE ALWAYS FOUND THE RETURNS, RETURNS TO SOUND
Because America doesn't have a strong textile industry anymore, we have to bring things like fabrics, zippers, and color tape into the U.S., and having so many elements involved in production adds to the amount of waste. You might have some things coming from Italy, a button coming from China, or lining coming from Korea; it's just endless.
The Coming of Light Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS ACTUALLY WENT DOWN SO FOOLISHLY I WOULD SIT ASIDE HOPING YOU'D COME AROUND SO I STAND IN MY PLACE WITH A STRONG POKER FACE MENDING MY OWN MIND NO THINKING THINGS WOULD SLIP FROM OUR GRIP NOT LOOKING AT THE SIGNS I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO SAY BUT WHERE WAS I WHEN ALL THIS CHANGED IT HAPPENED SO QUICKLY I SWEAR IT WAS MEANT TO BE BUT WHEN YOU LOOK AT REALITY YOU'RE GONE AND I'M TRYING TO STAY STANDING YOU PUT AIR ON THIS FIRE AND NOW WE'RE REALLY BURNING YOU KNOW HOW WE WORK WE JUST KEEP ON LEARNING IT'S NEVER WHOSE BEST OR WHO'S WORST WHO COMES UP WITH IDEAS LAST OR FIRST AT TIMES I FEEL SO EMPTY INSIDE YOU STILL STAND WITH YOUR PRIDE WHO SAW IT COMING? WHO SAW IT COMING? WHO SAW IT COMING? BUT COULDN'T STAND UP TO FACE IT ALL WHO SAW IT COMING? STANDING UP TO MAKE THE CALL
I'm deeply grateful to live and work in this country and to the United States for opening its arms to me the way it has. I mean I think my attitude as an Aussie coming here - I've been coming here for a while now, I've been coming here for about 12 or 13 years - is that this country has afforded me and my family work and security. For that, I'm forever grateful.
The most dangerous part of the race is early evening and especially early morning. It's the twilight zone. Either you're going into darkness and the sun is dropping down, or you're coming out of the darkness and the sun is coming up. At the same time, you've got new drivers coming in and feeling their way around the circuit.
I feel like I'm an ordinary person, but I've had extraordinary opportunities in my later life, and I never saw any of it coming. I never saw 'The Office' coming, I never saw 'Inside Out' coming, and I just feel grateful and thankful to have these opportunities and to have an actual real enthusiasm in my life.
For me, it's a multitude of things. In the modern world, there's a real genuine fear of loss of individuality and I think the undead speak to that. I also think the idea of the dead coming back to life, and this unstoppable foe that just keeps coming and coming, but rather slowly just chases you, is a real primal fear. It's like a fear of claustrophobia, heights or water.
Paul W. S. Anderson
The journey homewards. Coming home. That's what it's all about. The journey to the coming of the Kingdom. That's probably the chief difference between the Christian and the secular artist--the purpose of the work, be it story or music or painting, is to further the coming of the kingdom, to make us aware of our status as children of God, and to turn our feet toward home.
I sit down and say, and I run all my friends and relatives and enemies one by one in this, without entertaining any angers or gratitudes or anything, and I say, like 'Japhy Ryder, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha, ' then I run on, say to 'David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha' though I don't use names like David O. Selznick, just people I know because when I say the words 'equally a coming Buddha' I want to be thinking of their eyes, like you take Morley, his blue eyes behind those glasses, when you think 'equally a coming Buddha' you think of those eyes and you really do suddenly see the true secret serenity and the truth of his coming Buddhahood. Then you think of your enemy's eyes.
We have become so accustomed to the idea of divine love and of God's coming at Christmas that we no longer feel the shiver of fear that God's coming should arouse in us. We are indifferent to the message, taking only the pleasant and agreeable out of it and forgetting the serious aspect, that the God of the world draws near to the people of our little earth and lays claim to us. The coming of God is truly not only glad tidings, but first of all frightening news for everyone who has a conscience.
If you're gonna leave, I wish you'd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone... I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back. I'm going to get screwed. And I can't do it again.
Science has done absolutely nothing about noise. The worst design flaw in the human body is that you can't close your ears. The reason you can't close your ears is, if a lion was coming, you had to wake up. Today no lions are coming. Beeping trucks are coming. I read the other day that the guy who invented the beep when trucks go backward, he died. I thought: Of course-he dies, I have to listen to it.