The oboe has that sound of the rising sun baked into it.
Vivaldi has some oboe concertos to, but he never captured them quite like Albinoni did. He thought of them as simple accompaniement for strings, didn’t fully hear the Sun in them.
It’s like a powerful yawn.
Let’s put some words together here
For the patronage and the friends dear
For the flowers blossoming somewhere
For the gentle flake falling some time near
This is for the ladies, always dressed in style
For the maniacs, degenerate and foul
For the angels touching the tip of my pen
And the devils adding howl unto howl
For sitting by a lake under pink sky
And pissing in it later as the cold bites
For marching forward regardless of the weather
And bayoneting every one regardless of their mother
For listening for the screeching owl
Late at night when the blackness scowls
And counting stars while the blood is pumping
In your ear as your enemy prowls
This is for the company of all your lovers
May God bless them and keep them lovely
The caresses of the wind as you stare out into
A sea so endless it could swallow continents
For the color red and brown and blue and orange
For every time you witnessed courage
And every baby that you heard crying
This is for the trees and the birds and the death and the sadness
And for merrily strolling on regardless
Keep on keeping on you beautiful sons of bastards
You ladies, all of you in my heart with madness
Keep keeping the keep and stylish
God bless you all, good night then
Only a chinaman can wear shorts and high white socks and make it look dignified, like a corduroy suit.
It’s deep
Like synergistic agriculture
Of all animals, I am understood best by the vulture
Absolute high culture
If you have a tec and a nickle, and not enough space for both, you have a tec nickle problem.
I didn’t post this one before because I was too close to it still. But I kinda like it now.
Some of them give their fruit in spring,
But some of them give them in autumn.
I am noticing positive differences. You are revealing your intelligence in a clearer, more substantive manner and you come across as considerably happier. Good for you. [<Too Mom’ish?]
No, actually it means a lot to me.
Thank you.
Serendipitous,
Wide awake in the forests with Euripides,
Discerning wood from fowl,
Correctly pointing out the spirit as,
It enters into my circle,
Experiencing mankind as a vision,
Eyes rolled back burning venison,
Cackling at the currents as they merge and turn to trickles,
Cosmic jokes and grave assertions,
Gods and demons,
Pleasantries exchanged and business cards presented,
I am a mission,
And written in the stars I read your inner,
“Can it be that it was all so simple?”
Like excess foam formed around a ripple,
I’m like a baby, I just like sucking on the nipple,
And little people looking for to enter,
Press the center,
And find a motherfucker leaning into,
You and everybody else forming opposition,
Quiet-like with centrifugal precision,
Above me only God and below me only sheeple,
Eyes trained and mind sharp like a steeple,
Keep it real,
Shoot straight and we can deal,
Otherwise prepare for an ordeal,
And ask yourself if you can wade a river,
With master sergeant Pezer driving you with rigour,
Sometimes I swear I’m like Caligula,
My tastes are strange and my appetite prodigious,
But I’m religious,
Erect a tent in honor of the nymphos,
Sensations that will make you break out in pimples,
Underground the streams all whisper secrets,
And I listen very carefully writing down the digits,
Astarte guiding me as I consider fissures,
Triangulate positions,
Call in an airstrike from God himself I’m serious,
They call him “Deus,”
But you can call him Jesus,
I don’t really care I’m in collections,
Fair is fair so hand over your possessions,
This digression,
Is brought to you by lightning strikes and feathers,
Man of every single weather,
Aegean blood with Augustine obsessions,
Let this be a lesson,
Cause I have a global understanding of the issue like Luc Besson,
And I increase the tension,
Without a thought like first world nations escalate aggressions,
Let this mark the end of our sessions,
Go out into the world now and find ascension.
That’s 52 bars.
I swear to God that wasn’t even on purpose.
pedro here’s some more of that beautiful american landscape for you. from the california coast.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFyMOjENg2U[/youtube]
It’s not as impressive without the hd.
i just uploaded it i think the hd is still processing. should be good in a few mins
i got a ton of video from all over the place this week surely there are a few decent clips in there
I can’t be watching sandy beach footage man, it depresses me. Reminds me of home.
Show us some desert shit.