Cage The Elephant - Shake Me Down (by CageTheElephantVEVO)
All that is ruined in you, I CHERISH.
All that you have endured,
every pain you have known
brings me closer to you;
I would not take you into my heart
but for each crack in yours.
Every bruise your mind cannot get rid of,
every little d e t a i l that is hideous
I find beautiful beyond words.
It is only with the exposure
of our horrifying scars
that I can learn to love, and be loved.
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
but lend me your heart
and I'll just let you fall.
Lend me your eyes
I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep
...... totally free.
~Awake My Soul/M & S
'Much of me was twisted and buried, and turned in on itself, like a tangled skein of wool, to which the end had been lost.' ~ Mary Barnes
My epitaph:
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Source: Mary Oliver
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your soul
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me, comes the flood)
Ask me anything
Submit
All that you have endured,
every pain you have known
brings me closer to you;
I would not take you into my heart
but for each crack in yours.
Every bruise your mind cannot get rid of,
every little d e t a i l that is hideous
I find beautiful beyond words.
It is only with the exposure
of our horrifying scars
that I can learn to love, and be loved.
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
but lend me your heart
and I'll just let you fall.
Lend me your eyes
I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep
...... totally free.
~Awake My Soul/M & S
'Much of me was twisted and buried, and turned in on itself, like a tangled skein of wool, to which the end had been lost.' ~ Mary Barnes
My epitaph:
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Source: Mary Oliver
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Edgar Allan Poe
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your soul
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Après moi, le déluge
After me, comes the flood)
Ask me anything
Submit
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