Brian Eno.
'People assume that the meaning of a song is vested in the lyrics. To me, that has never been the case. There are very few songs that I can think of where I remember the words.'
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May 24, 2008
May 17, 2008
Htlif, Page 392.
But you can't face up to that, so you force yourself to believe the bullshit of those that you instinctively know to be liars and you repeat those lies to yourself and to others, hoping that by repeating them often enough and fervently enough you'll attain the godlike statues we accord to those who tell the lies most frequently and most passionately.
But you never do, and even if you could, you wouldn't value it, you'd realize that nobody believes in heroes any more. We know what they only want to sell us something we don't really want and keep from us what we really do need.
May 08, 2008
They Were Fine When They Were Alone, But Uneasy When Together, Nerve-Trapped And Afraid Of Death.
It was all about the mornings. When they never knew what was going on.
'Strip the wires,' she'd say.
And they'd fall for each other again, a gravity effect.
Intimacy without ideas.
Not bad.
. . .
May 07, 2008
'Who Would Go To Dollywood?'
'Dolly would.'
'I know. But who would go there?'
'Dolly would.'
'That's what I said.'
Etc.
May 05, 2008
Htlif, Page 366.
The law spends too much time demonising ordinary people who're just trying to get on with their lives. Society's changed and the law hasn't kept pace; so it's us, the mugs, who have to enforce them, who get it all in the neck. I'm sick of it. There's enough genuine bad guys to lock up without sending some daft kids on a H.M.P. University Of Crime course for smoking weed or selling pills. You can't criminalise people for a consumer preference. Might as well jail them for preferring Cornflakes tae All Bran.