I hate this....
2002-Apr-27, Saturday 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ssurgulIt's amazing. It's been just a couple of days and the pain is ... indescribable. Oscillating between major and almost nonexistant. Well, that is until I started browsing through http://www.maleskin.com. Definitely a site I'll be visiting often. But, the more I looked at the gear, the more I kept thinking I would need to investigate smalls and certain styles and patterns. And why? Well, because Kyle would look stunning in much of it, of course.
If there was ever a time I would prefer to be not-right about something, this would be it. But, he can't finish what I started with him if he's here. And, finally, I guess I do love him enough to let him go and take care of it and just hope that at some point things may change yet again. And, the best comfort I can take now is that Alan Parsons is, in fact, one of the truly amazing musical groups out there. And Freudiana, an album with pretty much no distribution in the US, is one of their pinnacle works.
Upper Me
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
The Ego and the Id.
The time has come the wild one said
When we must all decide
We cannot carry on this way
And so we must divide
The road before us runs both ways
So which one do you choose
But all will not go well if you refuse
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
It seems to me the wise one said
That mountains are so high
The river is too deep to cross
And none of us can fly
But I believe that compromise
Is what is needed here
Or surely we become the things we fear
But the good in me don't wanna believe
That the evil me is so
And a voice somewhere said do as you please
But the upper me said no, no, no, no, no, no
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
To survive
How can I keep my hero alive
--Kyle, this is the song I mentioned before..........
Let Yourself Go
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
Maitre Charcot, the French hypnotist who influenced Freud.
Maitre Charcot he can send you where the winds blow
Look in his eye and your mind goes into limbo
They say, he's mad as a hatter
He's no medicine man
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Maitre Charcot he can teach you what you don't know
Look in his eye and the clock runs out of tempo
He knows, it's mind over matter
You'll fit the palm of his hand
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
It doesn't need too much explaining
It doesn't seem to be so hard
You just count to ten and then back again
And before too long you won't know where you are
Maitre Charcot he will catch you if you let go
Look in his eyes and your thoughts go into slow motion
You glide, like birds of a feather
He flies higher than you
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
For any doubt you have remaining
Let me remind you once again
You just close your eyes as the eagle flies
And before you know you won't feel any pain, any pain
I'd like to stay here forever, who needs the hullabaloo?
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
--And I guess this is just a very good song for the here and now, and the future.
There But For The Grace of God
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
An anthem to the human condition.
What kind of madness rules the world today
What Earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go I
Go I
And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may bravely try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go I
Go I
If there was ever a time I would prefer to be not-right about something, this would be it. But, he can't finish what I started with him if he's here. And, finally, I guess I do love him enough to let him go and take care of it and just hope that at some point things may change yet again. And, the best comfort I can take now is that Alan Parsons is, in fact, one of the truly amazing musical groups out there. And Freudiana, an album with pretty much no distribution in the US, is one of their pinnacle works.
Upper Me
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
The Ego and the Id.
The time has come the wild one said
When we must all decide
We cannot carry on this way
And so we must divide
The road before us runs both ways
So which one do you choose
But all will not go well if you refuse
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
It seems to me the wise one said
That mountains are so high
The river is too deep to cross
And none of us can fly
But I believe that compromise
Is what is needed here
Or surely we become the things we fear
But the good in me don't wanna believe
That the evil me is so
And a voice somewhere said do as you please
But the upper me said no, no, no, no, no, no
What becomes of the upper me when the fire burns in my mind
How can I leave my Ego behind
I return to another me or I lose the will to survive
How can I keep my hero alive
To survive
How can I keep my hero alive
--Kyle, this is the song I mentioned before..........
Let Yourself Go
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
Maitre Charcot, the French hypnotist who influenced Freud.
Maitre Charcot he can send you where the winds blow
Look in his eye and your mind goes into limbo
They say, he's mad as a hatter
He's no medicine man
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
Maitre Charcot he can teach you what you don't know
Look in his eye and the clock runs out of tempo
He knows, it's mind over matter
You'll fit the palm of his hand
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
It doesn't need too much explaining
It doesn't seem to be so hard
You just count to ten and then back again
And before too long you won't know where you are
Maitre Charcot he will catch you if you let go
Look in his eyes and your thoughts go into slow motion
You glide, like birds of a feather
He flies higher than you
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
For any doubt you have remaining
Let me remind you once again
You just close your eyes as the eagle flies
And before you know you won't feel any pain, any pain
I'd like to stay here forever, who needs the hullabaloo?
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go
--And I guess this is just a very good song for the here and now, and the future.
There But For The Grace of God
Written by Eric Woolfson and Alan Parsons
An anthem to the human condition.
What kind of madness rules the world today
What Earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go I
Go I
And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may bravely try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go I
Go I
