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MISERY’S THE RIVER OF THE WORLD
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Video by Richard Borge
Lyrics and Music by Tom Waits:
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
The higher the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail.
Call no man happy ’til he dies.
There’s no milk at the bottom of the pail.
God builds a church.
The Devil builds a chapel like the thistles that are growing ’round the trunk of a tree.
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble and still have room for you and me.
If there’s one thing you can say about Mankind: there’s nothing kind about Man.
You can drive out Nature with a pitch fork but it always comes roaring back again.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
For want of a bird the sky was lost.
For want of a nail a shoe was lost.
For want of a life the knife was lost.
For want of a toy a child was lost.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
REINCARNATION: THE PROOF ~ Maria Mozart and Alma Deutscher
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Alma Deutsher was born in 2005. At the date of this video performance of her OWN COMPOSITION she was ELEVEN YEARS OLD…. I don’t think there is any doubt that she is the reincarnation of the sister of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Read more about her amazing musical career…. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alma_Deutscher
MY MUSE
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The Muses (Ancient Greek: Μοῦσαι, moũsai: perhaps from the o-grade of the Proto-Indo-European root *men- “think”) in Greek mythology, poetry, and literature, are the goddesses of the inspiration of literature, science and the arts. They were considered the source of the knowledge, related orally for centuries in the ancient culture that was contained in poetic lyrics and myths.
Greek mousa is a common noun as well as a type of goddess: it literally means “art” or “poetry”. In Pindar, to “carry a mousa” is “to excel in the arts”. The word probably derives from the Indo-European root men-, which is also the source of Greek Mnemosyne, English “mind”, “mental” and “memory” and Sanskrit “mantra”.
The Muses, therefore, were both the embodiments and sponsors of performed metrical speech: mousike (whence the English term “music”) was just “one of the arts of the Muses”. Others included Science, Geography, Mathematics, Philosophy, and especially Art, Drama, and inspiration.
( PHOTO: Ancient Greek vase showing a Muse reading a scroll, (Attic red-figure lekythos, Boeotia c. 435–425 BC) —>
Some authors invoke Muses when writing poetry, hymns, or epic history. The invocation typically occurs at or near the beginning, and calls for help or inspiration, or simply invites the Muse to sing through the author. Some prose authors also call on the aid of Muses, who are called as the true speaker for whom an author is merely a mouthpiece.
Shakespeare’s Sonnet 38 invokes the Tenth Muse:
“How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument?”
“No Muse-poet grows conscious of the Muse except by experience of a woman in whom the Goddess is to some degree resident; just as no Apollonian poet can perform his proper function unless he lives under a monarchy or a quasi-monarchy. A Muse-poet falls in love, absolutely, and his true love is for him the embodiment of the Muse… But the real, perpetually obsessed Muse-poet distinguishes between the Goddess as manifest in the supreme power, glory, wisdom, and love of woman, and the individual woman whom the Goddess may make her instrument… The Goddess abides.”(comment by the British poet Robert Graves)
WASTED ON REALITY
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When you’re wasted on “reality” on Friday night or Saturday night, or any other night on Earth, in a not-illegal-alcohol-induced haze of “I-don’t-give-a-shit-anymore” psycho-dialectician-delirium… Tom Waits is here to rescue us from the homo sapiens mind humping, brain damaged, sour-circe-de-soul-dumping, amnesiac perversion….. forget about it… fuck-it-in-the-mouth…. it ain’t worth it… blues-music-from-oblivion….holographic-hallucination-from-Hell.. You-liberation-music…..