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Musicians should not play Music. Music should play musicians.
Bands that think they have a handle on Music are no longer battling the beast. They think they have mastered Music. They have not. Music cannot be mastered. What they think is control and mastery is not only hubris but even worse, it is Music’s great indifference. Simply put, Music no longer plays them. Music has moved on to more worthy combatants.
—Henry Rollins
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So what is love, then?
Your voice, your eyes…
…your hands, your lips…
Our silences, our words…
Light that goes…
…light that returns
A single smile between us both
In quest of knowledge…
…I watched night create day…
…while we seemed unchanged
O beloved of all, beloved of one alone…
…your mouth silently promised to be happy
Away, away, says hate; never, never, says love
A caress leads us from our childhood
Increasingly I see the human form…
…as a lover’s dialogue
The heart has but one mouth
Everything ordered by chance
All words without aforethought
Sentiments adrift
Men roam the city
A glance, a word
Because I love you
Everything moves
To live, only advance!
Aim straight for those you love
I went towards you, endlessly towards the light
If you smile, it is to enfold me all the better
The rays of your arms pierce the mist
—Natasha, Alphaville
No one has lived in the past… and, no one has lived in the future… the present is the form of all life.
—Alphaville
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