better way Ben Harper

i'm a living sunset
lightning in my bones
push me to the edge
but my will is stone

fools will be fools
and wise will be wise
but i will look this world
straight in the eyes

what good is a man
who won't take a stand
what good is a cynic
with no better plan

reality is sharp
it cuts at me like a knife
everyone i know~
is in the fight of their life

take your face out of your hands
and clear your eyes
you have a right to your dreams
and don't be denied

i believe in a better way

love

love supreme

nearly got - soft version

One night I am alone in my house, compliling lists of friends from the past. It grows dark, and I begin to wish for company. The list sits before me on the table, reproaching me with intimations of missed opportunities and regretful abandonments. There is a scratching at the window, and absently I open it, assuming that one of my cats is feeling lonely too. To my dismay, a small devil-creature, salivating with anticipation, leaps squatly into the room. I recognise it immediately as being of the type to possess the soul without hesitation. Backing away from its gleaming eyes, I consider my options. With a flash of intelligence, I announce to the devil-creature that it is yesterday, and today I am dead. The creature looks quizzically at me. I insist that it has made an error - it is yesterday, and later this evening I kill myself with a large, sharp kitchen knife. I am dead. My soul has gone. The devil-creature is too late. It looks puzzled, but I explain, with placatory hand movements, that this is really a simple matter. As I am already dead, there is no point in attempting to take my soul. Come back in a week, I tell the devil-creature. The landlord will have re-let the house, and there will be fresh prey. Huffing and puffing, the creature waddles back to the window, and lurches off into the night. Congratulating myself on my quick thinking, I close the window. I sit down once more in front of my list.

a bedtime story--warning!! quite dark humor

time to choose

purple bottle-- Animal Colective

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah I think you are the sweetest thing I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud I've been having good days Think we are the right age To start our own peculiar ways with good and friendly homes

You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses Knows her Chinese ballet Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains When you show my purple gaze A thing or two at night Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that I woud vomit But I'll do that on mondays I dont have a work way I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate I'm humbled in your pretty lense I'll hold you dont you go

Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah! Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know....

Well I'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment Could we live together and agree on the same wares? A trapeze is a bird cage even if its empty and definitely fits the room And we would too

And my dear dear dear khalana I talk too much about you Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through Lets just talk together You and me and me and you And if there's nothing much to say Well, silence is a bore

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah I think you are the sweetest thing I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud I've been having good days Think we are the right age To start our own peculiar ways With good and friendly homes

Sometimes you're quiet, and sometimes I'm quiet, hallelujah Sometimes I'm talkative, and sometimes you're not talkative, i know.... Sometimes you hear me when others they can't hear me. Hallelujah! Sometimes I'm naked and thank god sometimes you're naked. Well, hello.....

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me? Can I call you just to hear you, would you care? When I saw you put your purple finger on me There's a feelin' in your bottle Found your bottle, found your heart Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

Gotta crush, high Thought I crushed all I could Crushed all I can then I touched your hand Crush high Dont want it to stop 'Cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop And you couldn't really know, cause it's in my toes And sometimes I wonder where that crush high go Crush high then I go and take some pills Cause I can't do all of my dos and still feel ill