the end of another great weekend
- the most beautiful thing we can witness is mysterious. he to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. his eyes are closed. this is an interesting line from physicist stephen hawking, but again the actual source escapes me.
- south-south-west, south, south-east. these are the closing lines of brave new world by aldous huxley. they refer to the feet of the corpse of the savage swinging in the wind.
- love, and do what thou wilt. a line from st augustine, caught here in a rare flash of libertarianism.
- i was growing up. yes, youth must go. but youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. this comes from the novel of the clockwork orange by anthony burgess - a scene that was criminally cut from the movie by kubrick.
- if i can't dance, it's not my revolution. that'll be emma goldman.
- behold... - psalm 51.
this song is about the journey from london back to our college, a journey we all used to do at the end of the weekend, when we had to leave our friends and return to a place we didn't want to be. i think the last line of the chorus was subconciously lifted from a get up kids song, but i'm not sure. the long sample in the middle of the song comes from the stoned age.
the photo in the background is sand and shingle on a beach in sheringham, norfolk.
frank: it's gone. how many times will it take me - this gut-wrench of despair? tell me how can i stop me from breaking? the fear of two steps back to a place where i can't belong. i'm scared that i might speak the wrong words, saying 'home' when i mean 'fear'. i have found everything that i need here, now i'm pulled away again. i don't fucking need this. tracing these well worn steps away from the places i feel safe, from the people that i love, and holding back the welling over from cloudy day to rain, is the hardest thing to do. but i know we'll dance these steps again.
ben: pulled by the heels once again. but i know we'll dance these steps again.