Do You Realise?

Can't stop listening to this song. I have no idea why; it hasn't got particularly beautiful lyrics or melody - perhaps it's just a general cadence, (*salutes* General Cadence) but it seems to go straight through me. It seems like it could be a terribly mournful song to the writer/s, but it makes me so happy - or perhaps just clear. It is the definition of hauntingly beautiful.

Do you realise?

That you have the most beautiful face.

Do you realise?

We're floating in space.

Do you realise?

That happiness makes you cry.

Do you realise?

That everyone you know, someday, will die.

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes,

Let them know you realise that life goes fast,

It's hard to make the good things last.

You realise the sun doesn't go down,

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round.

Do you realise?

Do you realise?

That everyone you know, someday, will die.

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes

Let them know you realise that life goes fast,

It's hard to make the good things last.

You realise the sun doesn't go down,

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning 'round.

Do you realise?

That you have the most beautiful face.

Do you realise?

Floating Ethan..

The Gospel According To Nonsense

That feeling of innocence, resplendence.

Soaring over the heavens,

Saving millions of stars,

Keeping the man on the moon smiling.

Horses run free, chasing or being chased, happily.

Eagles follow their trails and the tails of little mice.

Dragons and unicorns and werewolves and bunyips,

Rest comfortably in their chambers of lore.

And fish don't lose any sleep over such nonsense.

Life is created, loved, transferred, and never truly dies.

The dreams of the ancient become the reality of youths.

They say every end is a new beginning.

But the dubious indubitably dupes.

Rest, knowing that living according to holism means you'll never be lonely.

Delirious Ethan..

Changing The Current Of The River Styx

Only the Pharaohs and Druids and ancient Greek Gods,

Know the answers and questions of Man.

Shame they're woven in stories forgotten or lost,

Perhaps never again to Be found.

We sift through signs and solitary morals,

And laugh as the day turns to night.

But the screeds of the watchers and long-fearful Judgers,

Fail in striking their apropos chord.

Now dance your architecture and sing your silence;

Fly my dear pretties, fly.

The Rapture alludes to a panoramic view,

Of your happiest, be-Loved plights.

Enjoy the dancing, the silence, the storm;

Remember the Power around.

The Earth is still turning, for we make it so;

We may S'well turn the current of Styx.

Boatman Ethan..

Chasing Umbrellas

New song.

If you ever get that inkling,

That you got the slow horse in this merry-go-round,

Stop.

Try not to continue the charade,

Let the actors exit the masquarade;

So far away, from nothing at all,

You're closer to the feeling than you think.

Come tell me what you're thinking,

You beautiful, silent a cappella.

Their wont;

Your haunt;

Escape route savant.

We're all standing in the rain,

Or chasing umbrellas.

And then you turn the lights on,

We throw our smiles across the room.

Who cares where you blew in from,

As long as you don't blow back soon.

"Ain't it a shame,"

They said, shaking their heads;

We make our getaway, laughing,

Into the shimmering rain.

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear",

The words reverse, but the meaning remains.

My umbrella chases the wind,

We laugh, and follow indifferent.

This pursuit of happiness encircles, entwines.

How could we ever feel the cold?

It doesn't matter if it flies further;

We could never be closer,

Chasing our umbrella of gold.

Chasing Umbrellas

Soaking Ethan..

White Whales

"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been."" - From Kurt Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle - and is a variation of a line from John Greenleaf Whittier's poem, Maud Muller.

This is essentially what I see White Whales to be. Obviously I've purloined the term from Herman Melville's well-known and oft-quoted novel Moby Dick. White Whales are the things in our lives that bother us, even from afar; sometimes it's a distant flicker - sometimes its a feeling akin to a paper-cut to the eyelid. They could be missed opportunities, or our fears pursuing us, or people who've hurt us, or regretful actions we have made. In our moments of despair we look out to the ocean and think of our white whales; the ticking of our crocodile's clock; the Iago to our Othello; the Monster to our Frankenstein.

But as we see in Moby Dick, revenge and obsession is not the answer. We've got to let our white whales go; otherwise we too may be lynched and drowned by our own harpoon - sucked into the dark azure abyss for ever-after.

Save hate's spit.

After all, "living well is the best revenge". (Thanks George)

Call Me Ethan..

All We See of Stars...

When you look into the sky at night, and see those glowing balls that seem to either shimmer quietly or streak across their sticky dark canvas to their demise, you're not actually looking at them as they are; they're so far from your eye that you could be seeing how some stars looked several years ago.

That's why all we see of stars, are their old photographs.

Say Cheese Ethan..

Doodles, Part I

I find myself doodling a lot. I've done it all my schooling life, I guess. Or anytime when I'm just sitting with pen and paper really. I write down random lyrics or draw little pictures that are usually depictions of insanity and idiocy, but they are often inspired by my mood or a song or a recent event. I thought I should try putting some on here instead of always using other people's pictures. Won't be all the time though, but sometimes.

Do You Realise?

Inspired by:

- my recent "white whales"*, and

- The Flaming Lips' song "Do You Realise?" of which I have obviously pilfered the title.

*perhaps I should indulge this further. Ah... later. Stay tuned.

Involves my:

- interests,

- beliefs, and

- current tribulations.

It's a pretty simple image - I know I've said that a word is worth a thousand pictures, but everything isn't beautiful all of the time. I truly wish 'twere.

If I wasn't so fickle, I'd probably get this tattooed.

I'm so very tired now.

Dozing Ethan..