Sunday, July 15, 2007
are you made of tickytacky?
this song is for the soil
that's toxic clear down to the bedrock
where no thing of consequence can grow
drop your seeds there, let them go
let them go.
this song is for the people
who tell their families that they're sorry
for things they can't and won't feel sorry for.
i wanna sing one for the cars
that are right now headed silent down the highway
and it's dark and there is nobody driving
and something has got to give
i saw you waiting by the roadside
you didn't know that i was watching
now you know
let it all go
let 'em all go
let it all go.
--mountain goats, cotton
monday morning is creeping up yet again. how delightful.
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
--malvina reynold, little boxes
+ fictions&fires
9:47 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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