Tuesday, May 08, 2018

So many prisons to escape

Some people watch
Some people pray
But even lights can fade away.
Some people hope
Some people pay
But why'd we have to stay?
'Cause even heroes
Get the blues
Or any misery you choose
You like to watch
We like to use
And we were born to lose
I choose defeat
I walk away
And leave this place
The same today
Some like to sleep
We like to play
Just look at all that pain
You want the heart
Or to be saved
But even good guys still get paid
So watch my back
And keep the blade
I think it got you laid
So fake your death
Or it’s your blame
And leave the lights on when you stay
Take off your clothes
And dream that fame
Come on and feel that shame
I choose defeat
I walk away
And leave this place
The same today
Some like to sleep
We like to play
Just look at all that pain
Just look at all that pain
Just look at all that pain
Just look at all that pain
Just give me all that pain
Just give me all that pain
Just give me all that pain
I choose defeat
I walk away
And leave this place
The same today
Some like to sleep
We like to play
Just look at all that pain
Songwriters: Frank Iero / Gerard Way / James Dewees / Michael Way / Raymond Toro / Robert C Bryar
Fake Your Death lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Thursday, May 03, 2018

minimalism

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

But I'll take the truth

"The Higher Truth,
[…]
as the birds fly overhead"


What So Proudly We Hail | DOCUMENTARY from Duane Saunders Jr on Vimeo.

"Maybe You and I /
one day finally choose /
a higher truth"

* * * * *

"My town is blind from refinery SUN"

"I think I am losing what's left to my mind
To the 20th century deadline" 1 9 9 9 / 2 0 0 1

"Born on the 4th of July"
21st century breakdown

"I praise liberty, the "freedom to obey"
Is the [...] that strangles me?
Well, don't cross the line"

DOT DOT DOT
DOT DOT DOT
DOT DOT DOT
oh scream, America, scream
Dream

* * * * *
Post the truth, blend it and .. boom...
Post-truth politics,
Propaganda machines.


Refine the truth.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

So a.head


So a.head. These guys 🙌🏼.

Act.ivists 
Act of Congress
No child Left Behind. NCLB.

Does anyone care?
Big health-care?

Position:
Behind (doors), middle or ahead.
◀️↔️▶️

Let your flag unfold with the written statement in 
" No child left behind "

A.Machinehead. ENEMY.

Behind closed doors, 
the world, right now, is saying
"my walls are closing in"

🚨 
"build that wall!"
"And they will pay for it"
🚨 

🚨 
SIGN:
STOP!
Authorized Personnel Only.
🚨 

"I don't need your authority / I wanna be the minority"


Where is the wonderwall?

Friday, April 06, 2018

The nERves, the ArMs and the heART | in sync


Piano decrypted by emotions. PowerFULL. Left arm  and Right arm going all over the keys. Arms OPEN to reach all the spectrum of sound.

What a brain-stem!

Connected by Rooftops

Part I ::::

 


S K Y
"That's how ancient mountains crumble"

👇
The Link
👇
Connected? YES.
Hand-written. BEAUTY FULL. The hands that have written the code. RECorded. Encoded. The connection persists. Original.



Then, he finally releases the song, with his tweaks.
"Throw a line down to me"  ¿Cables & Lines?


Part II ::::

POWER LINES

Circling




Night falls while drunken angels
Sleep by the side of the road
And I'm nodding in a stairwell
Just trying to stay out of the cold

Circling around the drain
Can't find my way back to home
The road is long
And never ends
Dark is the heart that wanders

Light breaks in through the window
Takes a minute to know where I am
A dying blackbird
Gives her soul to the wind
On the roof of the house
That I can see from the bed

Circling around the drain
Show me the way back home
The road is long
It never ends
Dark is the heart that wanders

I'd crawl a hundred thousand miles
Just to see your two eyes look me over
I'd steal you flowers in the bloodshot light
Of the lonely hours on a moonless night

Just like a stray dog in the rain
I can run all night and get nowhere
I picture you out underneath the porch light
Calling my name all night
And waiting for me

I thought I heard your voice in the water
As I walked by a fountain uptown
Now I'm an orphaned at the door of church
Just watching the water come down

Circling around the drain
Hope that I make it home
I never felt so far away
Dark is the heart
That wanders


~~~~~~~~
Circling
Higher Truth
~~~~~~~~

Songwriter: Chris Cornell
© Universal Music Publishing Group 
__________________________________________________


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

MY NOTES / MY SPACE / MY INterpretation or EXtraPOLATION +- 

π = circumference / diameter
Pi
3.14 ma.D.th constant
——————————-
1pi=180º
2pi=360º

Eat the pie. 360º degrees.
I would prefer radius. UV-rays. Black hole Sun.
⭕🌑
2 radius
electromagnetic spectrum - to the left

▶️ play it on the radio. Make Waves.

V Higher Truth V
Greek or Latin

It's our time in the universe ( Track: 12) .



alpha beta gamma pi psi 
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Weather forecast for the near future: Hurricane of lies.
Protect yourself. You know how: Higher Truth! 🚨Activate the Lie Detector.🚨
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
alpha beta gamma pi psi 




Origin. v vv xyz
From A to Z. #KeepThePromise #SolveTheMystery #LiesAreNotInvited #beLIEf #BeLife #putTheF #Fief #SlaveToNone

^end note
Empower the most oppressed and vulnerable children. No child left behind.


Beware if it is too good to be true.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Surf the sound waves

Friday, March 23, 2018

Rocket S:C:I:E:N:C:E

Rocket Science to climb up the walls. 
1st vid. "Climbing up the walls" by Radiohead
2nd vid. "Climbing up the walls" by Chris Cornell

OK Computer ia a palooza of an album. One of the best albums ever. Summary: Electricity turned into sound. Synthesis. Model T-minus. OxFORD calling📞: Thom Yorke👉Genius


Chris Cornell turns on his neurons and makes fire. 
Summary: Rapid oxidation. Hyperventilation. Sparkles. OXYmoron? No.
Genius. His name: Chris Cornell, we all know.

Mind-Blowing. 

0100 1110
0100 0001
0101 0011
0100 0001 

Countdown 101
T-minus. Launch ⬆️.

^end notes
007 This is what happens when then intend to build walls.
008 Higher Truth ( number of the track)
003 Worried moon?🤔 Here's to Chris : "a needle in the space, isn't it?" SEAsonsTTLE. So(u)ns of Seattle. What a legacy! 
1964 Thank you very much for the last gift! hats off to CC. Too high to be true, but it is. True story! 🙌 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Keeper





"It doesn't take too long /
For this road to become /
A battle field"

tRust


rUSty cAGe

SILVER___ing
album: Stay Gold


NOW👇
Album: Concrete and Gold
Song: Run
Foo Fighters
Watch the official video on YT

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^end note

answer sheet?
Tab👀 🎼 🎵 🎶 
"
Lost but now I am found /
I can see but once I was blind /
I was so confused as a little child /
Tried to take what I could get /
Scared that I couldn't find /
All the answers, honey /

"
✏️Elizabeth Grant & Justin Parker

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Like refugees / We're lost like refugees



Sunday, March 18, 2018

Singer-Songwriter

Chris Cornell,                                                
Singer-Songwriter         /Wordsmith/           

___      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ___
___      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ___
                      ☝↗↖↑个介ላላ↖↖

Cover_SongBook
___      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ______      ___

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Deixem o miúdo em paz.


Give him peace. 

Chris ❤️




🎤 Sing it

The Science of Limiting Beliefs | Crystal Dilworth on Impact Theory


Crystal Clear

Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear

Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear

Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear
Crystal Clear

Adjective Of Choice: Unhip

Friday, March 09, 2018

Euphoria Morning




Pillow Of Your Bones

The embers of the saint inside of you
Are growing as I'm bathing in your glow
I'm swallowing the poison of your flower
And hanging on the rising of my low
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain

On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stones
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling back
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back

A waning hand on silver granite ways
Will mend my broken limbs and bend my haze
I'm sleeping in the silence of your voice
I'm cradling the peril of my only choice
Colorful and falling from your mouth
Like a painted fever in recoil
Like a lie without the pain

On a pillow of your bones
I will lay across the stone
Of your shore until the tide comes crawling
Throw my pillow on the fire
Make my bed under the eye
Of your moon until the tide comes crawling back

Even though the truth can burn inside or fall behind
I will wander through your open mind
And you will find no lie can hide
Until the tide comes crawling

Songwriters: Chris Cornell / Alain Johannes / Natasha Shneider
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

The Album
Euphoria Morning
:Track by Track:























Screenshot from wikipedia
12 songs,
51 minutes (no bonus included)

Classified as Rock
1999

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

"Lies, damned lies and statistics"

Punctuation (?) Mark Twain

Can someone invent mics or speakers that mute the liars and the lies that are told? 
Copy.right

Keep it a secret to make it difficult to crack the code.
Hello, secret societies!

Classified info.
Only the truth has a mute button.WHY?

Why do you use the mute button?
1. Privacy right.
2. To protect yourself from the bad guys.
3. To lie in between.
Pick a number. POW

^End note
"If the truth has been forbidden,
then we're breaking all the rules"


Tuesday, March 06, 2018

"I used to think that silence is golden"

Saturday, March 03, 2018

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Hamster in the wheel


Song: Slave to the wage
Placebo

Big science VS mad scientists
I believe more in the mad scientists than in the sane ones.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

World Wide Times


National Identity is made up

"you know what I mean?" Reminds of an Oasis' title album:
don't believe the truth, Oasis 2005
Badly remastered in a campaign somewhere in the West.

Brendan's Death Song



1st ever song played with the [new-entrant] Kosh Klinghoffer's guitar.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Murderer Of Blue Skies



Murderer of Blue Skies

You flew in on the wind
Was a day that I won't forget
Told me to let you in
And that I would not regret it
But you had a touch as cool as rain
And only once the weather changed
Murderer of blue skies

I can’t wait
To never be with you again
And I can’t wait
To lead a life that you’re not in
And I won't break
Though I may bend
From time to time
I can’t wait to never be with you again

Now, the truth will set you free
But all you had was lying in you
So you built a cage for me
All the while pretending to be
A living saint with a thorny crown
And me condemned to be your clown
I applaud you as you take a bow

I can’t wait
To never be with you again
And I can’t wait
To lead a life that you’re not in
And I won't break
Though I may bend
From time to time
I can’t wait to never be with you


I always thought that I pride myself on patience
But it’s wearing thin
Never thought that falling for you only meant
Falling down

I can’t wait
To never be with you again
And I can’t wait
To lead a life that you’re not in
And I won't break
Though I may bend

I can’t wait
To never be with you again
And I can’t wait
To lead a life that you’re not in
And I won't break
Though I may bend
From time to time
I can’t wait to never be with you again
I can’t wait to never be with you again

© Chris Cornell, Singer-Songwriter


MY POV
Hey Chris,
I guess pretty much everyone understands what you are trying to say with this song. You were smart enough to say it in a polite manner.

🙌🏻
#premium content and it's not some ad or a joke👌
say what you want and walk out. #respect