When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are.
Laurie AndersonTag: men women identity human-nature
Literature is the safe and traditional vehicle through which we learn about the world and pass on values from on generation to the next. Books save lives.
Laurie AndersonTag: reading books learning literature
Technology is the campfire around which we tell our stories.
Laurie AndersonTag: technology
My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, MasterCard, and American Express.
Laurie AndersonYou can dance.
You can make me laugh.
You've got x-ray eyes.
You know how to sing.
You're a diplomat.
You've got it all.
Everybody loves you.
You can charm the birds out of the sky, But I, I've got
one thing.
You always know just what to say
And when to go,
But I've got one thing.
You can see in the dark,
But I've got one thing:
I loved you better.
Last night I woke up,
Saw this angel.
He flew in my window.
And he said,
Girl, pretty proud of yourself, huh?" And I looked around and said,
Who me?"
And he said, "The higher you fly, the faster you fall."
He said, "Send it up.
Watch it rise.
See it fall,
Gravity's rainbow.
Send it up.
Watch it rise.
See it fall,
Gravity's Angel.
Tag: science-fiction philosophical lyrics
Mostra la citazione in tedesco
Mostra la citazione in francese
Mostra la citazione in italiano
And there was a beutiful view
But nobody could see
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying Look at me! Look at me.
and there was a beautiful view but nobody could see cause everybody on the island was saying look at me
Laurie AndersonTag: society
Besides all those whaling details, Moby Dick is about someone who's looking for something so huge, something they've wanted all their life, yet they know when they find it, it will kill them.
Laurie AndersonEvery book is an alchemical creation, and I'm thinking back to 1857 when Herman Melville arrived in Greece and saw the Parthenon for the first time sitting there like a great beached whale, its big white bones exposed to the winds. But how can this happen? How can a whale turn into a building? Or into a book? In what way can words be alive?
Laurie AndersonHistory is an angel being blown backwards into the future
Laurie AndersonTag: history song-lyrics walter-benjamin
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