poetry
the gold in the mountain of our madness- the flaming lips
they started up the hill
with their young lives exploding still
they loved to dream and run
they had the grass and the trees and the sun
they dreamed of the gold they’d find
at the top of the hill as they climbed
no one would ever doubt
their spirit and strength could never run out
-there they go-
but the hill was steep and long
they never thought they’d be wrong
it wasn’t a hill at all
it was a mountain a thousand feet tall
with the gold still in their minds
they used their young lives to climb and climb
by the time they got to the peak
they were old and they were weak
there was no gold that they could find
it was all just in their minds
they’d dreamed and they had run
they found the grass and the trees and the sun
they said ‘what do we do now?
spend the rest of our lives climbin back down?
or we can treasure what we find
and make it golden in our minds’
posted by jöe at 8:54 PM
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I'd have to say that it's a blend of what they choose to cover and how they choose to present it. I was driving home from Norman the other day, and for more than half of my drive, they were talking about Syria and Sierra Leon (sp). They just kept talking about how political leaders in other countries attempt to avoid focusing on issues facing their nation (such as poverty, unemployment, lack of education, etc.) by preaching hatred against western cultures.
What they specifically say doesn't bother me nearly as much as where my mind goes after hearing the things they say. Every month, I become more convinced that humans will bring about the end of humanity, and I just hope to Allah that I'm not around when it happens.
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