Alla inlägg under juli 2009
Pluspoäng till Birro. Igen.
http://www.newsmill.se/artikel/2009/07/24/jag-insag-att-jag-lost-gothens-gata-den-ar-oloslig
40 år sedan en av de stora gränserna överskreds, och framtiden började se ljus ut. 40 år sedan en människa "boldly went where noone had gone before".
Så när ska vi andra kunna lämna den här stenen och dra iväg?
"We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too."
- JFK
We weep for the cry of a bird,
but not for the blood of a fish.
Blessed are those with a voice
...Anna påminde mig om hur ruskigt bra den här är, och för att Abney Park dessutom gör en sjuhelvetes bra cover på den:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeStverCu2Q
I don´t know what happened.
I don´t think any of us - few though we may be -
really knows for sure... so we just keep running,
and hiding.
Seeking refuge.
I don´t know what happened,
but as always there are rumours.
A military experiment gone wrong.
Radioactive fallout.
A meteorite.
An alien.
A mutated virus.
When push comes to shove,
it don´t actually matter what caused it.
Somewhere in the West, they say, somewhere in the West
the dead first started coming back to life
In the very beginning those who witnessed it thought it was all part of an elaborate hoax, a practical joke from someone with a seriously twisted sense of humour.
But alas, that was too simple an answer.
The dead were coming back to a dreadful resemblance of life,
and that was it, really.
The dead walked the Earth,
and if they saw you, they attacked.
They attacked with a fury and a hunger to make the most ravenous of gluttons pale in comparison.
The dead walked, and the rest of us had but one thing to do;
We had to run.
Carry what we needed the most,and run.
At the time we didn´t know where to go,
we only knew what we were running from,
and that alone was enough to put fear into the bravest of hearts,
and pain into the strongest of souls.
We spent years running.
Running, and seeking refuge.
July, month of heat
Like hammers striking me down;
Low skies and thunder
June, midsummer, zenith
Of the endless wheel of time
The dark now returns
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