separate but equal

lets go down to Greenwhich and desecrate. The noraid slogans that justify 6 countries hate.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjXZwkaa1_4

I still can't remember the first line

My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley	115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.	120
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.	125
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent	130
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.	135
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhuGfmoIv_M

Adventure is dead

A craving for freedom and independence is only generated by a man living on in hope.

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

you might just prove me wrong

Hope is a strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out --

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J56RFMWharE

and ye shall find rest

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9rw3RLv9AY&feature=related

The Sleeping Sons of Jacob

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvXit6N3M5E

and i will hold you for so long and say your not so bad

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGCEH6hpI-Y

i told a lie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OjmeiRaQ-k

And so it is

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YXVMCHG-Nk&feature=related

Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return - not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brighen'd his pathway of pain -
But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw
Its enchantment around him while ling'ring with you!

And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup,
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends! shall be with you that night;
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles,
And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles! -
Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice had murmur'd, "I wish he were here!"

Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
And which come, in the night-time sorrow and care,
To bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd -
You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.