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

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes



Apropos of nothing, listening to this today brings tears. Might be memories or longing for different times, or just missing George Harrison.

Plus I love the visuals on this video, and Rufus' voice. A mix of Magritte (whom I also love) with a little 99 Luftballons and Schindler's List thrown in for visual spicing.

And it's only now I realize I could have learned how to play this song. Might need to do that. You know, in all this spare time I have these days.

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