atoms for peace

Artist: Thom Yorke

Album: The Eraser

Year: 2006

Title: Atoms For Peace

Lyrics: Click Here

A Scanner Darkly

What happened? How did i get here?

[Bangs his head into a cabinet door]

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, for some reason cleared away the cobwebs.

I realized I didnt hate the cabinet door, I hated my life, my house, my family, my backyard, my powermower.

Nothing would ever change, nothing new could ever be expected.
It had to end and it did.

Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things and surprising things and sometimes little wondrous things spill out at me constantly, and I can count on nothing.

Another monologue I loved from the movie, A Scanner Darkly:

I saw death rising from the earth,
from the ground itself,
in one blue field.

[picks up a blue flower]

A present for my friends...
at Thanksgiving.

Quirk: The title for the book/movie is derived from this passage from the Bible in 1 Corinthians 13:

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is
perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a
child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but
when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass,
darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as
also I am known.

almost there

the scene

Another night under the probing beams that weave new stories into the canvas of smoke swirling into the dark high ceiling. The joint changes hands. Goes from strange lips to mine and I add my own lyrics to the song written in smoke. This need to escape into a world without the haunting noises, the futile questions and the inconvenient truth. To con the inebriated mind into believing that these walls don’t exist, this floor doesn’t exist, this animal stench doesn’t exist.

A multitude of lights giving form to the skyline. Twinkling lights from the cars on highways that rise above a river ambling into the ocean. Highways that dissolve into a gaggle of neon lights. Each light whispers a story, a dream, a sigh from the few million lives that make this city. A glass wall mutes the scene.

I never knew this scene would evoke such feelings for this city. This is not home, it wasn’t supposed to be. And yet like a river flowing quietly it awaits below. You can sit up here and just watch. Or you can let your feet slide in and feel the pulse flowing between your toes. Will you dive in? Will you keep your head above the waves?

A roll of the dice. One life in this lifetime aborted. Another life begins without any preface. Whose turn is it next to roll the dice?

The nomad stands at the crossroads again. A bag over his shoulders bursting with memories. Some to be lost, others forgotten.

A new street in this old city. A new smile as I stride into the crowd.

The game is alive as long as you are willing to play.