Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Life is people (Cosmic concerto) by Bill Fay


There are miracles,
In the strangest of places
There are miracles,
Everywhere you go
I see fathers,
Hold a little child's hand
I see mothers,
Holding a little child's hand
I see trees, trees,
Blowing in the wind
I see seeds,
Being sown by the wind
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
I see grandmas,
Blowing kisses into a pram
I see grandpas,
Scratching their head in amazement
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people

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Thursday, September 12, 2013

Bonding (Joseph Chilton Pearce)


Joseph Chilton Pearce – Mother-Infant-Bonding from Touch the Future on Vimeo.

This brief nine minute program may be the most important you, as a mother, father or caregiver, will ever see. Bonding is much more than what we ‘think.’ It is a coherent harmonic resonance of one heart to another. The nature and quality of the mother’s emotional state broadcast via her heart-energy has a profound influence on every stage of her unborn and newborn babies’ development, physical, emotional and intellectual.

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Daredevil (Fiona Apple)


Darededevil appears on Fiona Apple´s record

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw
And Whipping Chords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (Epic records)
I guess I just must be a daredevil
I don't feel anything until I smash it up
I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot
Not so with the warmer lot
And all I want's a confidant
To help me laugh it off

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Say I'm an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use them to give me lift
Hip hip for the lift
Hip hip for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Seek me out
Look at, look at, look at, look at me
I'm all the fishes in the sea
Wake me up
Give me, give me, give me what you got
In your mind, in the middle of the night

Maybe you let me look out for you
Protect what I found in you
And never let it starve
Then that way, you let me stay
Skirting the like I want to
And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone