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, June 27, 2012

Music to Write to


Here's one of my current favorites, Sting's Saint Agnes and the Burning Train. (And yes, I've seen Sungha Jung's video, he's close, but there are parts he had to change-up to get to work).

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