the harder they come

Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky
Waiting for me when I die
But between the day you're born and when you die
They never seem to hear even your cry

So as sure as the sun will shine
I'm gonna get my share now of what's mine
And then the harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all
Ooh the harder they come the harder they'll fall, one and all

Well the officers are trying to keep me down
Trying to drive me underground
And they think that they have got the battle won
I say forgive them Lord, they know not what they've done

And I keep on fighting for the things I want
Though I know that when you're dead you can't
But I'd rather be a free man in my grave
Than living as a puppet or a slave

Yeah, the harder they come, the harder they'll fall one and all
What I say now, what I say now, awww
What I say now, what I say one time
The harder they come the harder they'll fall one and all" - jimmy cliff

room full of mirrors

"I used to live in a room full of mirrors
All I could see was me
Well I take my spirit and I smash my mirrors
Now the whole world is here for me to see
I said the whole world is here for me to see" - jimi

the Supreme Scientist

“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed--and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!” - rimbaud

within you without you

"We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realize it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you." - george harrison

IT

"«Now, man, that alto man last night had IT -he held it once he found it; I’ve never seen a guy who could hold so long.» I wanted to know what«IT» meant. «Ah well» - Dean laughed - »now you’re asking me impon-de-rables - ahem! Here’s a guy and everybody’s there, right? Up to him to put down what’s on everybody’s mind. He starts the first chorus, then lines up his ideas, people, yeah, yeah, but get it, and then he rises to his fate and has to blow equal to it. All of a sudden somewhere in the middle of the chorus he gets it - everybody looks up and knows; they listen; he picks it up and carries. Time stops. He’s filling empty space with the substance of our lives, confessions of his belly bottom strain, remembrance of ideas, rehashes o fold blowing. He has to blow across bridges and come back and do it with such infinite feeling soulexploratory for the tune of the moment that everybody knows it’s not the tune that counts but IT - »Dean could go no further; he was sweating telling about it." - Kerouac

figure it out for yourself

“From my earliest years I wanted to figure out what life was about. I wanted to find out why I was here so that my actions and my desires would have some meaning. I don’t understand why everyone isn’t mainly and centrally a philosopher, because if you aren’t trying to figure that out for yourself you’re borrowing, or begging, or passively taking on someone elses philosophy, and this may lead to situations that are unsatisfactory.” - timothy leary

mind flowers

"Mind flowers
Pretty mind flowers
Take a trip to the center of your mind
To your mind
Letting only your conscience be your guide
Finding out that life is where it's at

Sacrifice of your ego, sacrifice, sacrifice
Let it go, let it go, let it go...

Falling sounds explode across myriad conscience of tomorrow’s mind
You feel yourself rising slowly and yet falling down upon shattered dreams
Crystal sights are shattered and distorted by reality’s truth
Again you hear the crying of a thousand harpies as tomorrow is gone
You are cleansed…
You will never hear distortion again

I am falling into the quicksand of my troubled mind

Peace, tranquillity
Mind flowers" - ulitmate spinach