Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Feb 23, 2009

Behind Blue Eyes*

From the work of Peter Townshend


No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
A life only of lies

And my dreams
Have become as empty
As your conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
Receive only vengeance
A will that’s never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I don’t even blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

And my dreams
Have become as empty
As your conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
Receive only vengeance
A will that’s never free

When my jaw clenches, don’t let it open
I might use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I seem happy, and show I’m a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Just let it go down my throat
Don’t bother to give me a blanket
I don’t nee warmth, life is enough of ar coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes


G- February 2009



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