One of my favourite versions, from Great Tapes of Philadelphia. (More than CalJam??? Yeah, some days)
Obsessed with this. It’s so true
You know how canaries were historically brought into coal mines, because if the mine was full of carbon monoxide the canary would die first and the miners would be able to escape before they died too?
I just found the greatest thing.
This is a canary resuscitator.
When the miners notice the canary getting sick with carbon monoxide poisoning, they can close that circular hatch so no more gas gets into the canary cage, and open the valve on that oxygen tank to keep the canary breathing. In other words, they made a spacesuit for birds.
By immediately giving the canary access to clean air, the miners can save it from the poison. The bird lives. To be clear, this is not for economic purposes, this was specifically created because the miners felt bad and wanted to save the bird.
Isn’t that just the perfect demonstration of what humans are like? We started sacrificing small creatures to save ourselves, and then felt bad and spent our valuable resources on saving the critters too. Because yeah the canary was the only way to test for CO, but it’s a living creature too, dammit!
I am closer to believing Than I ever was before On the crest of this elation Must I crash upon the shore And with the driftwood of acquaintance Light the fire to love once more I am wind blown…I am times.
To be closer to believing To be just a breath away On the death of inspiration I would buy back yesterday But there’s no crueller illusion There’s no sharper coin to pay As I reach out… It slips away
From the opium of custom to the ledges of extremes Don’t believe it till you’ve held it Life is seldom what it seems But lay your heart upon the table And in the shuffling of dreams Remember who on earth you are
I need me You need you We want us
But of course you know I love you Or what else am I here for Only you not face to face But side by side for evermore And I need to be here with you For without you what am I Just another fool out searching For some heaven in the sky Take me closer to believing Take me forward lead me on Through collision and confusion While there’s life beneath the sun You are the reason I continue So near for so long So close yet so far away
I need me You need you We want us to live forever Don’t let the curtain fall Measure after measure Of writing on the wall That burns so brightly It blinds us all
I need me You need you We want us to be together On Sundays in the rain Closer than forever Against or with the grain To ride the storms of love again
So be closer to believing Though your world is torn apart For a moment changes all things And to end is but to start And if your journey’s unrewarded May your God lift up your heart You are windblown But you are mine…..
The Alan Rickman petrol station tango [Texas - In Demand]
Video: Birds with Arms
Yeah, fuck that lame fucking TV series. I’ll take vikings fighting an alien over bad narration and sexy Scotsmen any day.
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