The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

They Were Collaborators #513

Talking Heads


R.H. said...

Singing heads was harder.

Lex10 said...

Letting the days go by,
Hair turning a snowy white
Letting the days go by
Metamucil in my glass
Into the blue again
up to pee three times a night
Once in a life time oho oh ohh ohhh oh oh *cough* * hack*

Molly said...

what a bunch of art school kids

rick gleitsmann said...

Tina was the special one for me.