“Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there’s a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song”—Leonard Cohen, “Tower of Song”
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.”—Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via honeyforthehomeless)
"And time will tell you To stay by my side To keep on trying ‘til theres no more to hide So leave the ways that are making you be What you really don’t want to be Leave the ways that are making you love What you really don’t want to love”
"You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games, You think that when you rest at last you`ll go back from where you came. But you`ve picked up quite a story and you`ve changed since the womb. What happened to the real you, you`ve been captured but by whom?”
Sinhead O’Connor’s cover of Bob Dylan’s “Property of Jesus”.