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She Runs Away, Duncan Sheik

mikeish — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 03:05:43 +0000

You may not see the end of it
But luckily she comes around
It isn’t what she talks about
It’s just the way she is

(…and she says)
Ooh darlin’ don’t you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
Ooh babe why don’t you let it go?
Happiness is never how you think it should be so

I mystified the simple life
I covered up with consciousness
I saw myself and broke it down
‘Til nothing more was left
She saw the symptoms right away
And spoke to me in poetry
“Sometimes the more you wonder why
The worse it seems to get”

(…and she says)
Ooh darlin’ don’t you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
Ooh babe why don’t you let it go?
Happiness is never how you think it should be so
But she runs away
She runs away…

And then you know comes a time
You need her more than anything
You may believe yours are the wounds
That only she can heal
Then everything will turn around
And she becomes so serious
What she chose to offer you
Was all that you could have

mikeish — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 01:43:32 +0000

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

-Oscar Wilde

mikeish — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 16:57:06 +0000

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

From the University of Richmond School of Law, Rodney Smolla

mikeish — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 09:07:22 +0000

Many Americans embrace freedom of speech for the same reasons they embrace other aspects of individualism. Freedom of speech is the right to defiantly, robustly and irreverently speak one’s mind just because it is one’s mind. Freedom of speech is thus bonded in special and unique ways to the human capacity to think, imagine and create. Conscience and consciousness are the sacred precincts of mind and soul. Freedom of speech is intimately linked to freedom of thought, to that central capacity to reason and wonder, hope and believe, that largely defines our humanity.

America, Fuck Yeah.

The Violence of Apathy

mikeish — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 21:05:36 +0000

We felt that doing nothing in a period of repressive violence is itself a form of violence. That’s really the part that I think is the hardest for people to understand. If you sit in your house, live your white life and go to your white job, and allow the country that you live in to murder people and to commit genocide, and you sit there and you don’t do anything about it, that’s violence.

—Naomi Jaffe

Is this movie supposed to be funny or terrifying?

mikeish — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 21:22:07 +0000

Quotes from American Psycho:

Patrick Bateman: There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.

Timothy Bryce: [after snorting "cut" cocaine] I want to get high off this, not sprinkle it on my fucking Oaties.
Patrick Bateman: Definitely weak, but I have a feeling that if we do enough of it we’ll be okay.
Club Patron: [leans over from another booth] Will you keep it down? I’m trying to do drugs!
Timothy Bryce: [speaks to the patron in the next booth] HEY, FUCK YOU!

Jean: What’s that?
Patrick Bateman: Duct tape. I need it for… taping something.

the people before the people before us

mikeish — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 09:33:30 +0000

Chingachgook: The frontier moves with the sun and pushes the Red Man of these wilderness forests in front of it until one day there will be nowhere left. Then our race will be no more, or be not us.

Hawkeye: That is my father’s sadness talking.

Chingachgook: No, it is true. The frontier place is for people like my white son and his woman and their children. And one day there will be no more frontier. And men like you will go too, like the Mohicans. And new people will come, work, struggle. Some will make their life. But once, we were here.

The Last of the Mohicans

Heist

mikeish — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 08:43:16 +0000

Jimmy: No one can hear me.
Joe Moore: No one can hear what you don’t say.
Jimmy: Hey, I’m as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton.
Joe Moore: I don’t want you as quiet as an ant pissing on cotton. I want you as quiet as an ant not even thinking about pissing on cotton.

another gem from David Mamet

Travelin’ Man

mikeish — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 07:46:51 +0000

Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leaving my home, leaving my friends,
Running when things get too crazy.
Out to the road, out ‘neath the stars,
Feeling the breeze, passin’ the cars.

Women have come, women have gone,
Everyone trying to cage me.
Some were so sweet, I barely got free,
Others, they only enraged me.
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
I tell you, those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.

Travelin’ man, love when I can,
Turn loose my hand ’cause I’m goin’.
Travelin’ man, love when I can,
But sooner or later I’m goin’ on.
Travelin’ man, travelin’ man.

Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul.
Those are the memories that made me a wealthy soul,
Tell you, those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul.

-Bob Seger

mikeish — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 03:18:23 +0000

“Humankind cannot bear very much reality.”

-T. S. Eliot