Some of us are born and
then some of us are born again
Some of us are scared of death and
some just don't believe in it
Something's always wrong
There's a lie, An idea i can't get behind
No one knows what's right
Some try, Some just try to find a king

They sing "Who will save us now?
It's our life but we don't want to live it"
We want to be told how
By something or someone who's better than us
We know who we can trust
Who will always protect us
But keep us scared to death, So we never ask questions
Who'll dictate the consequences of our actions
And give us peace of mind about our miserable lives
Confined and content
All we want is a place we can hide!"

So we've always fought our wars for
What we're told is worth dying for
Land and love and god and wealth
but men in charge protect themselves
You can rest assured
It's the young and the poor who've fought all our wars
Led to death by men who they chose
and hoped would protect them

And "who will save us now?
It's our life but we don't want to live it!"
And all you'll get is down
Because the people you elect to protect your best interests
Will just protect themselves and all their investments
Even the few with the best of intentions
Will just push their views
What they think is right for you and everyone else
You can't think for yourself
Because you've chosen to let someone else do it for you

So we're left to drift between our waking life
and all of our dreams
Reality is relative and all that's all the advice I'll give
Life and death are hard
They're such strange and complicated issues
So listen and listen well for insight
But no one knows what's right for you

"Who will save us now?"
It's a wrong and irrelevant question
Because we figure it out with the people who love us
Who call us their brothers
Through lessons we learn from out fathers and mothers
Not looking for someone to find our solutions
To fight all our battles or show us what truth is
It's by working hard to find our own peace of mind
Living and learning till we know what's right for our lives

-Straylight Run, "Who Will Save Us Now?"

Website is somewhat up and running.

Vagari

When you fall, you fall on
Your own
Let it slip away
When you land, you land on
Your own
Let it slip away

Realize you try to find something
A branch to hold on to
Make peace with your actions
In your last ditch attempt
Find your redemption
Make peace with your actions

When you feel, you feel all alone
Let it slip away
When you die, you die
on your own
Let it slip away

-Sparta, "Translations"

Somewhere between pain and pleasure
The day goes by
Somewhere between word and action
The day goes by

-The Call, "Day or Night"

The eyes are made to see
They see the paths of our lives

The heart is there to feel
It feels the energy of our time

I can see it
I can feel it

This is my waking hour
This is my place
I can hear it
I feel the power in my heart
And is my moment
It is right there
And it's staring me in the face

Disguise and make-believe
I see the end of all demise
The only way to heal
Is in the honesty of your eyes

The fight is done
And who are we to judge
What will become
All the iron armour
Is laid down, away
Followed by the heroes
Who belong on rested earth, we pray
We feel the rescue coming near
Within the woken soul to hear
We sense the calm all wrapped in fear
And all the while we heed
The senses way too vast to see
We beg of you to not let go
Our names will provide us with a soul

Falling down
Start again
Life can bring you down
The monumental truth
Of elegance in you

Falling for
The part of who you are
Makes you shine inside

-The Gathering, "Waking Hour"

Sun shines on my face
how it's golden design
rain falls in this place
and the fields come alive
days are only rumours we've wasted

we cross the millions
we'll see where we stand
far removed from the womb
will you carry me across the sea?
will you carry me?
we can drink from fountains
and the taste of truth
far removed from the wombrhythm and mind
don't waste no time
want to let it all out
when the chains fall off
and the walls fall down
when we break the seal
and our hearts pour out
when the frozen ground
comes alive around us
with a scream

-Sunny Day Real Estate, "The Prophet"

arrogate: verb, to claim or seize without justification; to make undue claims to having

disputatious: adj. Inclined to dispute.

"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."

-Isaac Newton

Alexithymia: difficulty in experiencing, expressing, and describing emotional responses.

Rest well, brother.

Unfortunately, embedding this video has been disabled, but you should go and watch it. It is rather touching, considering that it comes from a late night show on regular tv. You don't see this everyday.

Craig Ferguson Speaks From The Heart

"Craig Ferguson speaks on his past problems as an alcoholic and why he will not ridicule Britney Spears and her shaved head crisis."

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won't know anyone

Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.

Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands

I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up

So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try

I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

Brand New, "Jesus Christ"

"A beautiful thing is never perfect." -- Egyptian Proverb

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man;
The subject, not the citizen; for kings
And subjects, mutual foes, forever play
A losing game into each other's hands,
Whose stakes are vice and misery. The man
Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, Queen Mab, Canto III

Robert Anton Wilson Defies Medical Experts and leaves his body @4:50 AM on binary date 01/11.
All Hail Eris!

On behalf of his children and those who cared for him, deepest love and gratitude for the tremendous support and lovingness bestowed upon us.

(that's it from Bob's bedside at his fnord by the sea)

RAW Memorial February 07
date to be announced