I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Ear worms

Damn it. Can't get Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King out of my head. Fortunately I have an excellent memory for music so the rendition is fabulous (Cincinnati Pops version, not the one from the video link). ARGH!

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