In our life there's if.
In our beliefs there's lie.
In our business there is sin.
In our bodies there is die.
Dave Mustaine of Megadeth
Think about it.
Hearing it made me want to tattoo it on my body. :) I think he's a genius! It's subliminal. Call me twisted. I don't care. LOL! I think it's food for thought and I love it! It's sad I relate to it...but it reminds me that there are things we can't change and to never give up. So for me it's inspiring.
Let it be is one of my favorites also, especially bearing in mind that Mother Mary correlates to the May Queen & Isis. She is truly the bearer of divine wisdom and intuition, and "let it be" is very often the best advice anyone can receive! Sometimes we just need to accept the world we live in and accept our own shortcomings and let everything be as it is without appointing ourselves judges over life^_^
when i am on a pedestal you did not raise me there,
your laws do not compel me
to kneel, grotesque and bare,
i myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.
-leonard cohen
Whilst his mother's womb contained the growing Baal
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvelous
Like Baal loved it, when he came to us
That same sky remained with him in joy and care
Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware
At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal
Turning pious as the sky grows pale
So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar
Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go
When Baal's tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far
He will have his sky down there below
When the sinners congregate in shame together
Baal lay naked, reveling in their distress
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever
Formed a blanket for his nakedness
And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laughing yield
To the men who'll stand the pressure of her thighs
Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can't be healed
Baal survived it, he just used his eyes
And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round
He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room
"Space enough" said Baal, "then I'll thicken the ground
Space enough within this woman's womb"
Any vice for Baal has got its useful side
It's the man who practices it, he can't abide
Vices have their point, once you see it as such
Stick to two for one will be too much
Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun
Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun
Lots of strength is needed and experience too
Swollen bellies can embarrass you
Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears
Once it's been digested to the forest's teeth
Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep
Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky
As they wait up there to see if Baal will die
Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead, but vultures swoop
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup
When the dark womb drags him down to its prize
What's the world still mean to Baal, he's overfed
So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes
He'll just have enough sky when he's dead
Once the Earth's dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal
Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvelous
Like Baal loved it when he lived with us