But I can't trace time...
If you go to space, to meet Major Tom or the man who sold the world, make sure that you are one of the heroes.
I have never left and shook his hand. Although I admired the Kurt Cobain cover, the original is also one of my favorite songs.
Ahhhhahhhhahhhh.
Jadaddadada...
And when you go to space and finally reach Mars, will you find life there?
It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
When I was 11 years old I enjoyed my first DB experience: Let's dance, followed by China Girl, Dancing in the Streets and Absolute Beginners.
But I can't trace time...
But her friend is nowhere to be seen. Maybe in my years of radical protest I was not a Bowie fan. Today I am and always will be. His songs are the most played entries in my music collection on my computer with Life on Mars as number one.
Sailors fighting in the dance hall.
What can I say? There are not many artists left who really went through changes.
If there is no life on Mars there is a starman waiting in the sky.
Of course this only makes sense if you go through his greatest hits just the way I am doing now.
He thinks he blew our mind...
But I can't trace time...
Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala
[Guitar]
Ziggy played guitar...
But I can't trace time...
...I had to break up the band...
ooh yeah
ooooh
Ziggy played guitar...
[to be continued]
Monday, 11 January 2016
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Time Warp Reprise
It's astounding...
In 2016 lots of things feel the same as in 2015.
...time is fleeting...
Another reason for living in the eternal present.
...madness takes its toll.
Psychology, geography and unpublished biology all seem the same to me.
Sleeping is not an option, it is no alternative to insanity.
It is but a joker in a timeless game.
It has been a good year so far, even a good life.
My Zen teacher once said to me: "You cannot let go of your problems. You stick to them like glue."
Well that's not what he said but that is how I interpreted his words and the following Koan that he gave me to solve:
An ox passes through a window. Its head, horns, and four legs all pass through. Why can’t its tail pass through?
However, I would like to be an ox that has its tail with it and gets through the window.
And again:
It is easier for a camel (or a rope maybe) to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.
time is fleeting...
uhoh 19:14
time to go
In 2016 lots of things feel the same as in 2015.
...time is fleeting...
Another reason for living in the eternal present.
...madness takes its toll.
Psychology, geography and unpublished biology all seem the same to me.
Sleeping is not an option, it is no alternative to insanity.
It is but a joker in a timeless game.
It has been a good year so far, even a good life.
My Zen teacher once said to me: "You cannot let go of your problems. You stick to them like glue."
Well that's not what he said but that is how I interpreted his words and the following Koan that he gave me to solve:
An ox passes through a window. Its head, horns, and four legs all pass through. Why can’t its tail pass through?
However, I would like to be an ox that has its tail with it and gets through the window.
And again:
It is easier for a camel (or a rope maybe) to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.
time is fleeting...
uhoh 19:14
time to go
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