The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
Definitely has that ‘50’s jazz sound.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=m7M4thNT_EY
I like this mass in G minor by Bach. Something so spiritual and dynamic about the music. People, we have this great spiritual tradition in the west! It's called Christianity.
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
I kept hearing this song in my head so I looked at my invisible man sideways. He said "that's not me" he said it's "them" they're dead. He keeps purgatory close to his head apparently. People will people...
"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."
"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."
Another one @Northstar would like and probably has not heard.
The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
The music is allright but the screaming isn't really my thing. I prefer clean vocals or death metal growls.Originally Posted by Pink Bear
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
When I was a kid, I heard this song on the radio and I immediately related to it. Here are the lyrics:
What kind of love is this that
Makes me wanna jump and shout
I wanna know what kind of
Love is this that turns
My heart inside out
It's that itchy twitchy
Feeling that I have inside
Something overwhelming that
I just can't hide
I wanna know, whoa, yeah
Whoa, tell me
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
That haunts me every day
I wanna know what kind of
Love is this that makes
Me say the things I say
Well, I'm walking
Around and grinning
With my head in the air
The people think I'm crazy
But I just don't care
I wanna know, whoa, yeah
Whoa, tell me
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
Well, I feel like
A man in outer space
I'm acting like
A psycho case
Hey, girl
Stop this feeling
Look at me, you've got
Me rocking and a-reeling
Yeah, what kind of love is this
Aw, that shakes me up so bad
I wanna know what kind
Of love is this, yeah
My situation is sad
Well, I just
Can't understand it
It just ain't real
I know no one has ever
Felt the way I feel
I wanna know, whoa, yeah
Whoa, tell me
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
What kind of love is this
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Johnny Nash
However, since I was in a very bad relationship with my mother, instead of the line "Aw, that shakes me up so bad", I heard "Aw, that makes me feel so bad."
I was really surprised when I heard the song recently and realized that the singer was in a good relationship, rather than a very bad one.
We see what we expect to see.
And now, for Gloria, RV 589.
The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
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My playlist has a complete rollover like every three days. I listen to songs too much and get sick of them fast. Then it's time to find new ones to enjoy repeating nonstop for a couple days
The decisive thing is not the reality of the object, but the reality of the subjective factor, i.e. the primordial images, which in their totality represent a psychic mirror-world. It is a mirror, however, with the peculiar capacity of representing the present contents of consciousness not in their known and customary form but in a certain sense sub specie aeternitatis, somewhat as a million-year old consciousness might see them.
(Jung on Si)
The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
The blood that runs within my veins
Keeps me from ever ending up the same
The fire that's pushing me on and on and on
To me it's everything and it makes me fucking strong
Love me or hate me
I walk alone
Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake
I'm not an idol, not an angel, not a saint
I walk alone, I always have, I'm not ashamed
A living nightmare from the cradle to the grave
I'm totally designing the soundtrack to a movie here.
Chronic "grass is always greener" syndrome
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