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  • "Well, she was just seventeen,
    You know what I mean"

  • "There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
    Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
    It's easy.

    Nothing you can make that can't be made.
    No one you can save that can't be saved.
    Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
    It's easy.

    All you need is love."

  • "You tell me that you've got everything you want
    And your bird can sing
    But you don't get me, you don't get me

    You say you've seen seven wonders and your bird is green
    But you can't see me, you can't see me

    When your prized possessions start to weigh you down
    Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round

    When your bird is broken will it bring you down
    You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round"

  • "Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry"

  • "Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
    Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
    I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love"

  • "He wear no shoeshine he's got toe-jam football
    He got monkey finger he shoot Coca-Cola
    He say "I know you, you know me"
    One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
    Come together right now over me.

    Shoot me! Shoot me! Shoot me!

    He buy production he got walrus scumble
    He's got Ono sideboard he's got spinal cracker
    He's got feet down below his knee
    Hold you in his arms till you can feel his disease
    Come together right now over me."

  • "I told that girl I can start right away
    When she said listen babe I got something to say
    I got no car and it's breaking my heart
    But I've found a driver and that's a start

    Baby you can drive my car
    Yes I'm gonna be a star
    Baby you can drive my car
    And maybe I'll love you"

  • "I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
    And stops my mind from wandering
    Where it will go
    I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
    And kept my mind from wandering
    Where it will go"

  • "People running round it's five o'clock.
    Everywhere in town is getting dark.
    Everyone you see is full of life.
    It's time for tea and meet the wife.
    Somebody needs to know the time, glad that I'm here.
    Watching the skirts you start to flirt now you're in gear.
    Go to a show you hope she goes.
    I've got nothing to say but it's O.K.
    Good morning, good morning..."

  • "Hey Jude don't make it bad
    Take a sad song and make it better
    Remember to let her into your heart
    Then you can start to make it better

    Hey Jude don't be afraid
    You were made to go out and get her
    The minute you let her under your skin
    Then you begin to make it better

    And any time you feel the pain, Hey Jude, refrain
    Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
    For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
    By making his world a little colder"

  • "Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
    Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight"

  •  "Half of what I say is meaningless
    But I say it just to reach you,
    Julia"

  • "And when the night is cloudy,
    There is still a light that shines on me.
    Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
    I wake up to the sound of music
    Mother Mary comes to me
    Speaking words of wisdom, let it be."

  • "He's a real nowhere man,
    Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
    Making all his nowhere plans
    for nobody.

    Doesn't have a point of view,
    Knows not where he's going to,
    Isn't he a bit like you and me?"

  • "I'd like to be, under the sea
    In an octopus' garden in the shade
    He'd let us in, knows where we've been
    in his octupus' garden, in the shade.

    I'd ask my friends to come and see
    An octopus' garden with me
    I'd like to be under the sea
    In an octopus' garden in the shade.

    We would be warm, below the storm
    In our little hideaway beneath the waves
    Resting our head, on the sea bed
    In an octopus' garden near a cave"

  • "Mister postman look and see
    If there's a letter in your bag for me
    I been waiting such a long time
    Since I heard from that girl of mine"

  • "Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl
    Than to be with another man
    You better keep your head, little girl
    Or I won't know where I am

    You better run for your life if you can, little girl
    Hide your head in the sand little girl
    Catch you with another man
    That's the end'a little girl"

  • "Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
    Silently closing their bedroom door
    Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
    She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
    Quietly turning the backdoor key
    Stepping outside she is free.

    She (We gave her most of our lives)
    is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
    home (We gave her everything money could buy)
    She's leaving home after living alone
    For so many years. Bye, bye"

  • "I think I'm gonna be sad,
    I think it's today, yeah.
    The girl that's driving me mad
    Is going away.

    She's got a ticket to ride,
    She's got a ticket to ride,
    She's got a ticket to ride,
    But she don't care."

  • "What do I do when my love is away.
    (Does it worry you to be alone)
    How do I feel by the end of the day
    (Are you sad because you're on your own)
    No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
    Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends,
    Mmm, gonna to try with a little help from my friends"

  • "In the town where I was born,
    Lived a man who sailed to sea,
    And he told us of his life,
    In the land of submarines,

    So we sailed on to the sun,
    Till we found the sea green,
    And we lived beneath the waves,
    In our yellow submarine,

    We all live in yellow submarine,
    yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
    We all live in yellow submarine,
    yellow submarine, yellow submarine."
















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10 album du bør skamme deg over å ikke ha hørt

Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home
Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Electric Ladyland
The Rolling Stones - Exile On Main St
The Beatles - Abbey Road
Bob Dylan - Time Out Of Mind
Nirvana - Nevermind
The Rolling Stones - Let it Bleed
The Beatles - Rubber Soul
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Are You Experienced

Worlds behind worlds




Think of a room. Four walls. Floor and ceiling. Pretty simple, right? Start placing something there. A person you like. Or perharps someone you dislike. Invent a new character if you incline. Let the one you have chosen stand in the middle of the room. Okay. Shall we bring more stuff in there? A dresser you said? A dog? A venomous snake? Porn star? Gallows? You name it. It's plenty where it came from.  Don't forget lamps or windows! We gotta see what's going on in there. Well, are things beginning to happen? Look, your character is moving! Objects are being used. The room is well-lit and vivid. You don't have to be in command anymore. Now you can lean back and watch the movie direct itself.
   I like to think of consciousness as a canvas. On the palette is a massive amount of impression and experience, all words and terms, all images and sounds - the experiences you have obtained. You can, as you did now, build yourself a white, empty room and place something there, paint the walls, maybe add a garden. Or, you can be perilous and throw yourself into the great sea of danger; create a world. The more it grows - the more comprehensive you let it become - the harder it is to control it all. Experiences will multiply with other experiences, life on the inside goes nuts, it's filling up with everything you hear and see. Think of it as a huge storage building, like a factory where everything that comes in, is packed and branded the way your world now is treating information. It will grow, it will constantly refill, as long as you're awake, as long as you're aware, as long as you're living. Imagine the weight! Imagine the size and the machinery... It can swallow you whole with its gravitation, drag you out of your current existence, lock you up in your own mind and make you the god of your world, while the distance between you and everything around you increases. Writers, painters - all who play with the creation of worlds, are in danger of being exposed for that kind of gravitation. One of them was Jheronimus Bosch.
   Before I speak more of this Dutch artist, I'd like to put love into this context. I'll try to take it easy, for of all the terms to elaborate, love is the most difficult. Take a human being, pretty much like the one you placed in the room at the beginning - in your mind. If you really extensively love, she won't just be an object of your thoughts, or a character, but the room itself. Your sense of reality will with this regard be highly influenced by her presence, for she makes up "ceiling, walls and floor". You can read any book, walk down any street, or go to the movies - it will be influenced by her. The scary part of this matter, is that you now are feeding her with your own impressions, she is growing inside of you, getting bigger, titanic, reaching a larger force of gravity. You disappear in her. A good thing? Yeah. 'Till the end of it. Love can lead to suicide. But it can also lead to absolute happiness. It fits well into my theory of a spiritual warehouse. So playing God, guys;  is playing with fire.
   Back to my example - Bosch. In his lifetime, they believed in demons. They believed in all imaginable  obscure creatures. Mostly biblical. They believed in a Hell of cunning torture methods and mechanics designed for suffering. And they believed that heaven was a place of wonderful superhuman gifts and privileges. Those were his themes, but not parts of what I get out of it. His experiences and his view, were at some level limited of what the world at that time consisted of. His imagination was incredible, his art almost surreal, but today's scholars would rather say he was a realist. Modern interpretations address his works as the fear for machinery and systems of evil, or the pleasure factory of Eden. The painted persons are like toy soldiers in those pictures. Jheronimus Bosch used a lot of quantity to  ensure the feeling of  something large and inhuman behind it all - worlds behind worlds. But does it have to be God and the Devil? Perharps Bosch simply expressed worlds of personal experience - own impressions? What if the main source of his demonic hell in fact was a broken heart?


 
Stikkord:

"A Perfect World"


I det siste har jeg fått lyst til å se en film jeg sist så som åtteåring.
Såvidt jeg kan huske, handler den om en kriminell på rømmen og hans vennskapsforhold til eget "gissel" - en unggutt. Kevin Costner spiller hovedrollen.

























Stikkord:

Skeptisk?



I Hamlets kjente monolog - "To be or not to be", som omhandler valgets kval ved et dødsønske - blir det sagt at:

 
"Conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action"

 

Shakespeare er best på shakespearesk, men André Bjerke er glimrende i sin gjendiktning:



"Refleksjonen gjør oss alle feige,
besluttsomhetens friske morgenfarge
vil sykne bort i eftertankens blekhet,
og foretagender med kraft og kjerne
vil gjennom denne tanken skjene ut
og miste navn av handling..."


Refleksjonen gjør oss alle feige... Men hvorfor er det sånn? Hva gjør at ettertanken stadig hindrer oss i å gå et steg videre, selv om vi virkelig ønsker det? Det er fykt. Frykt for å feile kanskje, eller redselen ved å mislykkes, faren for avvisning, man kan miste motet; troen på seg selv. I Hamlet's tilfelle var det frykten for å komme til Helvete som hindret ham i å ta selvmord. Han ville heller bære de byrdene han hadde enn å skaffe seg nye han aldri hadde "prøvd".
   Døden er det mest fremmede et menneske står overfor. Intet er fjernere fra vår erindring enn tilstanden død, naturligvis - ingen som lever har vært der. Vi kan ikke gå til noen og få et skikkelig svar på hvordan det er. Derfor sies det at man dør alene. Du kan egentlig ikke dele det med noen. Det er fremmed og redselsfullt.
   Jeg tror at bevisstheten vår behandler alt nytt materiale med naturlig skepsis. Vi tilnærmer oss med en viss gru, undersøker fra en trygg avstand, snuser rundt med et våkent blikk. En som har vokst opp langt ute på landet og aldri har sett større byer, vil ikke kunne slappe helt av i sitt første møte med trikk, T-bane, bråkete gågater og forvirrende lyskryss. Den som har levd hele sitt liv i sentrum av en hovedstad, blandt høyblokker, fabrikkstøy og trafikk hele natten, vil på sin side kanskje oppleve stillheten og tomheten ute i skogen som en ensom og litt skummel tilværelse. Når du skal snakke med en gutt eller jente du virkelig liker, for første gang, er du nervøs, utrygg, anspent og ukomfortabel, med mindre du har gjort det til profesjonell rutinepraksis å gå på sjekkern. Hvis du derimot har vært heldig og blitt sammen med vedkommende, er det et dagligdags; et avslappet forhold, du bekrymrer deg ikke, du har rett og slett blitt "vant til det". En person på sitt laveste, der han sitter med beltet spent rundt overarmen og setter sprøyten med heroin, vil antageligvis oppleve en stor frykt under prosessen, helt til det er en vane. Det handler om å tilvennes. I heroin-tilfellet, blir man så vant til substansen at alt annet enn stoffet blir skremmende. At narkomane sliter med mye angst skyldes ikke nødvendigvis kjemikaliene i kroppene deres, men også det at de faller utenfor et tidligere trygt samfunn; de avvennes. Så et bedre ord for feighet er vel fremmefrykt: Vår naturlige skepsis.
   I disse nådeløse og alt for korte vinterdager, står jeg i en proaktiv jobbsøkerstilling. For hver søknad jeg sender, kan jeg vente et "nei" i innboksen. Et intervju kan gå fra verre til verst hvis de rette spørsmålene stilles. Man går på NAV med minus på kontoen, under fare for avslag. Det er et nervøst, svett og slitsomt tiltak å begynne på en sånn prosess. Nå hakker jeg ned bokstav etter bokstav, printer ut, sender, mottar, går på NAV, intervjues, avhøres, observeres og analyseres. Det blir sakte men sikkert en vane. Selvtilliten bygges opp, ferdigheten pyntes på; til slutt står jeg og må velge mellom flere stillinger, samt stadig motta tilbud. Der har jeg vært før, men etter å ha kjørt det hele ut av veien, ble jeg i vinter tvunget til å begynne helt på nytt. Jeg er heldigvis fortsatt ung. Dessuten er det godt å ha mye å gjøre, så ikke den friske morgenfargen sykner "bort i eftertankens blekhet".


 
   
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