rebel yell


rebel yellHe lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he’s out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don’t mess up his hair.

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he’s out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don’t mess up his hair.

 

Rebel Yell
Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor
She said “Come on baby I got a license for love
And if it expires pray help from above”
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell she cried- “more, more, more”
In the midnight hour babe- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell- “more, more, more”
More, more, more.

She don’t like slavery, she won’t sit and beg
But when I’m tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me babe
What set you free I need you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell she cried- “more, more, more”
In the midnight hour babe- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell- “more, more, more”

I walked the world with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I’d sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I’d give you all, and have none, babe
Just to, just to, just to, to have you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell she cried- “more, more, more”
In the midnight hour babe- “more, more, more”
With a rebel yell she cried “more, more, more”
More, more, more.

Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more.

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Solstice Parade 2015


Solstice Parade 2015

kensingon solstice

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Divine Moments of Truth – Shpongle


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Life at the frontier: The Conversational Nature of Reality – David Whyte


“The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you…”

David Whyte talks about the conversational nature of reality- every living organism is immersed in constant conversation with every other, with many, many  voices. Reality is an ongoing invitation to join the conversation.

David Whyte begins by reading his poem Everything is Waiting For You.

Thanks to CZ for introducing me to David White

Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

— David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press

Where all of those edges meet, you get an astonishing conversation…an astonishing depth and plethora of life.”-David Whyte

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

— David Whyte
from Everything is Waiting for You
©2003 Many Rivers Press

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Kuss Mich…


Song: Als Waer’s Das Letzte Mal – DAF

drueck dich an mich.
so fest wie du kannst. kuess
mich mein liebling.
so viel wie du kannst.
drueck dich an mich.
gib mir so viel wie du kannst.
liebe mich mein liebling.
als waer’s das letzte mal.

press your body against mine.
as strong as you can.
kiss me mein liebling.
as much as you can.
press your body against mine.
give me sa much as you can.
love me liebling.
as if it were the last time.

 

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Immigrant Song – Led Zeppelin


ledzep

“Immigrant Song”

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.

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Voices inside 10 million heads


Sting, Andy Summers, Stuart Copeland -The Police playing rehersal gig at Whiskey A Go Go, in 2007, singing about the likes of me.
They went on to play this song to over 10 million people, most of whom joyfully sang along with these lyrics.

They seem pretty happy about it.

 

Voices inside my head…

Echoes. Things that ya said…

 

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It’s OK to hear voices


To paraphrase…
“Don’t you know? All the best people do.”

Story on CBC The National Mon 7th Dec 2015, about the work of friends of recoverynetwork Toronto – Vancouver Hearing Voices Group.

Top One Vancouver!

 

 

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What is real – Cabaret Voltaire


Boing.

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What we observe…


What  we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our level of questioning.
Werner Heisenberg

 

nature exposed to our method of questioning

Any s
cientist who fails to take into account their own assumptions, embedded beliefs and cultural values can at best make only false claims to objectivity.

If we are prepared to see only what we want to see then we will only ever see what we already believe to be true.

That’s not science.
That’s bollocks.


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