LOVE & MERCY 

(Jeff Tweedy, Live 4.14.96 WNEW-FM New York, NY.) 'Until You Came Along' Golden Smog Promo CD Single. Brian Wilson (1988)

Oh my lord.
I am so bored.
Held the hand of Satan.

Oh Laura,
what has happened to you?
Held the hand of the devil.

I was on MTV.
Everybody was lookin' at me.
Held the hand of the devil.

[Daniel Johnston, Merry Christmas, 1988]


Cover by Mayer Hawthorne - Held The Hand by mayerhawthorne

Wild Nothing

I'm ready to understand

Can't play no more. Save me, O Scheba

Yr hair waves at the mid-noon brighter

golden sea of wheat ears...

Sur ton répondeur (Notre-Dame)

We are all in this together

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TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea, Sing in their high and lonely melody. Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.   Come near, come near, come near --  Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave; The weak worm hiding down in its small cave, The field-mouse running by me in the grass, And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass; But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts of those long dead, And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.      William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

To every natural form, rock, fruits, or flower,
Even the loose stones that cover the highway,
I gave a moral life: I saw them feel,
Or linked them to some feeling: the great mass
Lay bedded in a quickening soul, and all
That I beheld respired with inward meaning.

William Wordsworth