ON AIR: Eye in the Sky, Alan Parsons Project
Mm ... concepts have recently simple. For charity, within the limits of my idea of \u200b\u200b'simplicity', of course, but in principle I have a precise and linear ladder of needs, actions and thoughts that I follow dutifully. The food, sleep, sex, silence ... the emergence of a need satisfaction is more or less immediate. I would say that the whole world should follow this guideline: I find that most of the collective problems would be solved. It 'clear that this is not a hymn to theft, rape and rude: far be it from me, so too are to give advice like that. But it should be a little 'peace with everyone did the beast that is part of them, among other things, I think, in some it is particularly developed and are those - I fear - people who try to conceal their true nature behind a screen of fine words, words, words ... Jesus, I can not take more than words.
In fact, I lost the thread. I'm not sure what I should not even be the point ... but I think that has something to do with: 2 +2 = 4. Elementary, rigorous, inevitable. And enough with the ruminations on nothing at all.
I realize, however, that the discussion above could constitute a clear and obvious contradiction to my claim to erect on top of everything and everyone's mind: the divine mind, at least in my case. In the other, or it it does not very little difference. But I was saying ... I still think that the human being should impose the proper filters and limits the right to their animal instincts, otherwise I would not know where to find the cause of our supremacy on chimpanzees, dogs, cats, goldfish and Silvio Berlusconi. My argument, however, is a bit 'more abstract [yeah, it's stronger than me] and probably a bit metaphorical, I say that people fill their head and mouth-transcendental mastermind of complications to avoid having to admit especially herself to the vacuum. But it all spectacularly useless when you have nothing, nothing is inevitable that the take over. On the whole, and so particular on those vaguely intellectual complications of which we tried to live. And in any case, it's time to roll up their sleeves and do at odds with themselves, with others, with life, and then with real pain: it's time to take responsibility for what - like it or not - you is. There is only the 'I', 'could', 'do': the conditional, usually, always after combining the present and the past, and even after the future. The conditional is a convention to the whole human peace with the string of banal frustrations that we carry with us from time immemorial.
we probably made a bit 'all of this dough. I would be presumptuous and dishonest if Negassi, if you think you potermene pull off. But I respect people and are constant in love I feel, always. To me there is no mood turned, there are no moments , there are no answers at large, and not those sentences: My door is always open. But I'm tired - tired deadly - of having to knock, to have to speak softly, of having to always think that I could and I never hurt anyone. Especially if this is unilateral. I'm tired to force myself not to make noise, to measure every word and gesture, close your eyes if something makes me mad by pain or anger: do not take it anymore. I've reached the saturation level and now I weigh my words: every word weighs so deadly. And I can not stand those attacks to avoid being attacked in turn: I find it an offensive form of cowardice.
I no longer want to smile at those who hurt me, whoever he is. And that's it.
You know what? I do not happen only to cry on the train that takes me away from you, even if only for a week or even for a day. I also happen to smile for no reason, like a crazy hysterical, though I think I'll do anything during the day and then at night I'll be with you. Yeah. In the library, I smile because in an hour or two I'll open the doors of your house and after a while 'you will come too, with that big grin all over for me. On the street, I smile because Monday we're going to Umbria and I'm happy we could go even Vaccarizzo calabro with diligence and in any case I would be happy to do it with you [obviously this is not a real proposal but a mere hyperbole text, I want to clarify] . I smile when I raise my head and I see an airplane, because we're going to Berlin in September and I would never have even dared to dream of ourselves back together once again to you. I smile in meters [and there is not at all easy] because I know that soon you will give me a tiny little kiss on the lips. I smile because I'm on the train and a sunflower to me is a sign of eternal happiness, absolute, there is a huge field right on the road at home. I continue to smile because your skin always moves me and I move you today.
Yes, it is not long - in fact, has very little - that I smile a lot.
And I do not need to see anymore to know That
I can read your mind.
Mm ... concepts have recently simple. For charity, within the limits of my idea of \u200b\u200b'simplicity', of course, but in principle I have a precise and linear ladder of needs, actions and thoughts that I follow dutifully. The food, sleep, sex, silence ... the emergence of a need satisfaction is more or less immediate. I would say that the whole world should follow this guideline: I find that most of the collective problems would be solved. It 'clear that this is not a hymn to theft, rape and rude: far be it from me, so too are to give advice like that. But it should be a little 'peace with everyone did the beast that is part of them, among other things, I think, in some it is particularly developed and are those - I fear - people who try to conceal their true nature behind a screen of fine words, words, words ... Jesus, I can not take more than words.
In fact, I lost the thread. I'm not sure what I should not even be the point ... but I think that has something to do with: 2 +2 = 4. Elementary, rigorous, inevitable. And enough with the ruminations on nothing at all.
I realize, however, that the discussion above could constitute a clear and obvious contradiction to my claim to erect on top of everything and everyone's mind: the divine mind, at least in my case. In the other, or it it does not very little difference. But I was saying ... I still think that the human being should impose the proper filters and limits the right to their animal instincts, otherwise I would not know where to find the cause of our supremacy on chimpanzees, dogs, cats, goldfish and Silvio Berlusconi. My argument, however, is a bit 'more abstract [yeah, it's stronger than me] and probably a bit metaphorical, I say that people fill their head and mouth-transcendental mastermind of complications to avoid having to admit especially herself to the vacuum. But it all spectacularly useless when you have nothing, nothing is inevitable that the take over. On the whole, and so particular on those vaguely intellectual complications of which we tried to live. And in any case, it's time to roll up their sleeves and do at odds with themselves, with others, with life, and then with real pain: it's time to take responsibility for what - like it or not - you is. There is only the 'I', 'could', 'do': the conditional, usually, always after combining the present and the past, and even after the future. The conditional is a convention to the whole human peace with the string of banal frustrations that we carry with us from time immemorial.
we probably made a bit 'all of this dough. I would be presumptuous and dishonest if Negassi, if you think you potermene pull off. But I respect people and are constant in love I feel, always. To me there is no mood turned, there are no moments , there are no answers at large, and not those sentences: My door is always open. But I'm tired - tired deadly - of having to knock, to have to speak softly, of having to always think that I could and I never hurt anyone. Especially if this is unilateral. I'm tired to force myself not to make noise, to measure every word and gesture, close your eyes if something makes me mad by pain or anger: do not take it anymore. I've reached the saturation level and now I weigh my words: every word weighs so deadly. And I can not stand those attacks to avoid being attacked in turn: I find it an offensive form of cowardice.
I no longer want to smile at those who hurt me, whoever he is. And that's it.
You know what? I do not happen only to cry on the train that takes me away from you, even if only for a week or even for a day. I also happen to smile for no reason, like a crazy hysterical, though I think I'll do anything during the day and then at night I'll be with you. Yeah. In the library, I smile because in an hour or two I'll open the doors of your house and after a while 'you will come too, with that big grin all over for me. On the street, I smile because Monday we're going to Umbria and I'm happy we could go even Vaccarizzo calabro with diligence and in any case I would be happy to do it with you [obviously this is not a real proposal but a mere hyperbole text, I want to clarify] . I smile when I raise my head and I see an airplane, because we're going to Berlin in September and I would never have even dared to dream of ourselves back together once again to you. I smile in meters [and there is not at all easy] because I know that soon you will give me a tiny little kiss on the lips. I smile because I'm on the train and a sunflower to me is a sign of eternal happiness, absolute, there is a huge field right on the road at home. I continue to smile because your skin always moves me and I move you today.
Yes, it is not long - in fact, has very little - that I smile a lot.
And I do not need to see anymore to know That
I can read your mind.
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