Thursday, 19 May 2011
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Thursday, 9 December 2010
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and i wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang, bang
He shot me down
Bang, bang
I hit the ground
Bang, bang
That awful sound, bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time, when i grew up i called him mine
He would always laugh and say remember when
We used to play bang bang i shot you down bang
Bang you hit the ground bang bang that awful sound
Bang bang i used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone i don't know why
And to this day sometimes i cry
He didn't even say goodbye he didn't take the time to lie
Bang, bang
He shot me down, bang bang
I hit the ground
Bang, bang that awful sound, bang bang
My baby shot me down.
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Wednesday, 17 November 2010
And really, I still babble the same way as I used to 10 years earlier.. the world hasn't changed much at all.. really!
Monday, 1 November 2010
from: "The Gods must be Crazy"
Only miles to the south, there's a vast city.
And here you find civilized man.
Civilized man refused to adapt himself to his environment.
Instead he adapted his environment to suit him.
So he built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery.
And he put up power lines to run his labour-saving devices.
But he didn't know when to stop.
The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier...
...the more complicated he made it.
Now his children are sentenced to years of school, to learn...
...how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat.
And civilized man, who refused to adapt to his surroundings...
...now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt...
...every hour of the day to his self-created environment.
For instance, if it's Monday...
...and (*) comes up, he has to dis-adapt from your domestic surroundings...
...and re-adapt himself to an entirely different environment.
(*) means everybody has to look busy.