CHEER UP MY BROTHER. IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

[Alice]

[Alice]

Do yourself a favor and listen to the whole thing:

https://uboa.bandcamp.com/album/the-...-my-depression

[Alice]

[topleybird]

Been on a Basia Bulat kick for a while now

This song always makes me think of something you'd hear during a near-death experience, just out of your body and floating toward a mysterious destination

[Alice]

I like what you've posted of her so far. Which record should I try?

[Alice]

[Alice]

If I die
and I will
oh please, please bury me
in the ground by the school
where I once worked

If I'm killed
as I will
oh please, please raise a stone
and inscribe all of these here lonely words:

How do I wake your sleeping heart?

[topleybird]

Originally Posted by Tyler

I like what you've posted of her so far. Which record should I try?

My first and still favorite is Oh, My Darling

[Alice]

[Alice]

[FoolofaTook]

[Alice]

My heart explodes in light, in sky
but I have to close my eyes
I want to say and bring good news to you

[Alice]

[Alice]

Originally Posted by FoolofaTook

I take it you enjoyed Spiderland?

[FoolofaTook]

yeah. it is really good. can't believe the b0ld l0rd buried pajo in zwan's studio recordings.

[Alice]

My part-time job, it ain't exactly thrilling
but my heart knows more and it won't be fooled by nothing

[Alice]

It just takes a steep hill
to gather the speed
and any good steed
will ride you out of hell

[Alice]

[Alice]

What makes me happy
and who makes me high
sure won't be around on that night

And who may be lazy
and he who has lied,
he who was last shall be first in the line

So take me out dancing
and sing me to sleep
This could be the last night that we'll ever dream

[Alice]

[Alice]

Oh, lightning may strike your poor heart tonight
but it won't happen twice, my friend
All the love you deserve is coming on stormy winds

I was jealous and cruel to a young girl I knew
but it wont happen twice, my friend
Oh, if I get the chance I'll be braver like holy wine

And disaster has riddled my body with holes
but it won't happen twice, my friend
It won't happen twice, my friend
and I know it because I know it, child
It cannot happen again

And a hurricane blew my bright stars away
but it won't happen twice, my friend
I'm flat on my back and I'm traveling like dizzy spells
All these inside fires have burned up these outside things
All these inside fires have burned up these outside things

But it won't happen twice, my friend
and I know it because I know it, child
It cannot, cannot happen again

[Alice]

[Alice]

They are mine until I die

[Alice]

[Alice]

You will know where to find me
if you ever catch your breath
I'll be down here when you need me
down right underneath where you lay your head
and drift away out the window
where I used to meet you
when my head was in my chest
and I slept and I knew where I should be

But I got lost
I lost my wind
You could hear me gasp
and I had fists and I disappeared

You will know who's behind you
when you feel it on you neck
It was me watching you from behind a rock
You will get the creeps when I whisper from above
and look around for me but I left a long time ago

I saw you give birth in pain
and try to think of a name
It was me being pulled out of you for good

[Alice]

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night. Primitive folk, gathered at a cave mouth round a fire, do not fear night; they fear, rather, the energies and creatures to whom night gives power; we of the age of machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever more lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars? Having made themselves at home in a civilization obsessed with power, which explains its whole world in terms of energy, do they fear at night for their dull acquiescence and the pattern of their beliefs? Be the answer what it will, to-day's civilization is full of people who have not the slightest notion of the character or the poetry of night, who have never even seen night. Yet to live thus, to know only artificial night, is as absurd and evil as to know only artificial day.

[Alice]

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity. By day, space is one with the earth and with man—it is his sun that is shining, his clouds that are floating past; at night, space is his no more. When the great earth, abandoning day, rolls up the deeps of the heavens and the universe, a new door opens for the human spirit, and there are few so clownish that some awareness of the mystery of being does not touch them as they gaze. For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and our world islanded in its stream of stars—pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across eternal seas of space and time. Fugitive though the instant be, the spirit of man is, during it, ennobled by a genuine moment of emotional dignity, and poetry makes its own both the human spirit and experience.

[Alice]

https://thecreativeindependent.com/p...yourself-free/

"Musician Michael Berdan on the value of collaborating with people who are better than you, the comforting influence of horror films, working with electronics, and why coming to terms with your own negative thoughts can set you free."

[Alice]

"I guess the point I’m trying to make is that if you know that no matter what you do, you’re never going to feel like it’s enough, you’re never going to feel like there’s enough love, you’re never going to feel like there’s enough praise, you’re never going to feel like you’re smart enough, attractive enough, whatever, and if you know that that’s just something in your head, then that’s some shit you can work with. Just because you think the thing you’re working on is garbage doesn’t mean it actually is."

[Alice]

If you think that you suck and everything sucks anyway no matter what and you know that, then you may as well just do it anyway because why not?

Exactly. Are you going to make that a fucking prison, or are you going to let that kind of self-knowledge liberate you? Do you know this is an illusion? Because if you know that this is an illusion, then you can fucking break free of it, and you can break free of it with humility.