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Soundgarden - Slaves and Bulldozers - Live Artists Den
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Watch "Public Image Limited interview with Keith Levene & John Lydon on The Tom Snyder Show 1980" on YouTube
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鈥淚 have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."聽
Jorge Luis Borges
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Soundgarden - Been Away Too Long at Electric Lady Studios [HD]
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In ordinary usage, the words "waiting" and "wait" are grammatically related to waiting for something to occur. But divorced from that something, which limits our experience and is related to "hoping", "expecting," "being disappointed" and so on, waiting becomes something else, more like enduring and suffering. It becomes an emblem or allegory of human life, which can be significant (or not) depending on how one acknowledges the absolute certitude of dying, and one always dies alone.
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Blood Meridian
"The following evening as they rode up onto the western rim they lost one of the mules. It went skittering off down the canyon wall with the contents of the panniers exploding soundlessly in the hot dry air and it fell through the sunlight and through shade, turning in that lonely void until it fell from sight into a sink of cold blue space that absolved it forever of memory in the mind of any living thing that was. Glanton sat his horse and studied the adamantine deep within him. A raven had set forth from the cliffs far below to wheel and croak. In the acute light the sheer stone wall wore strange contours and the horsemen on the promontory seemed very small even to themselves. Glanton looked upward, briefly, as if there were anything to ascertain in that perfect china sky, and then he chucked up his horse and they rode on."
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