tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71566308100148248892012-02-17T04:01:13.042+11:00music for evening peopleashwinnoreply@blogger.comBlogger16125Subscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with PageflakesSubscribe with PlusmoSubscribe with The Free DictionarySubscribe with Bitty BrowserSubscribe with NewsAlloySubscribe with Live.comSubscribe with Excite MIXSubscribe with Yourminis.comSubscribe with Attensa for OutlookSubscribe with WebwagSubscribe with netomat HubSubscribe with Podcast ReadySubscribe with FlurrySubscribe with WikioSubscribe with Daily Rotationtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-63531332326678927202010-08-19T18:13:00.002+10:002010-08-19T18:13:56.689+10:002010-08-19T18:13:56.689+10:00the God of WineAnd the God of Wine is crouched down in my room,
You let me down,
I said it, Now I'm going down,
And you're not even around.
And I said no...
I can't keep it all together,
I know...I can't keep it all together,
And there's a memory of a window,
Looking through
I see you.
Searching for something,
I could never give you,
And there's someone who understands you,
More than I do.
A ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-of-wine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-48717443192346128172010-08-18T19:15:00.004+10:002010-08-18T19:16:22.980+10:002010-08-18T19:16:22.980+10:00Oh time has flown
I've overstayed awhile
In my time in exileashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-time-has-flown-ive-overstayed-awhile.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-56019530141983890572010-08-16T17:19:00.002+10:002010-08-16T17:19:53.107+10:002010-08-16T17:19:53.107+10:00Darkling I listen; and, for many a timeI have been half in love with easeful Death,Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,To take into than ever seems it rich to die,To cease upon the midnight with no pain.
John Keats1795-1821ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/darkling-i-listen-and-for-many-time-i.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-9276235093801627622010-08-16T02:41:00.001+10:002010-08-16T02:41:22.616+10:002010-08-16T02:41:22.616+10:00a posse ad esse non valet consequentiaashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/posse-ad-esse-non-valet-consequentia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-91883132625530574322010-08-15T23:18:00.003+10:002010-08-16T03:59:43.092+10:002010-08-16T03:59:43.092+10:00tomorrowfrom Iris Murdoch's The Sea The Sea
am i after all alone now, as i intended to be, and without attachments? is history over?can one change oneself? i doubt it. or if there is any change it must be measured as the millionth part of a millimeter. when the poor ghosts have gone, what remains are ordinary obligations and ordinary interests. one can live quietly and try to do tiny good things and ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/tomorrow.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-85719542342188515632010-08-15T23:00:00.016+10:002010-08-16T03:54:47.585+10:002010-08-16T03:54:47.585+10:00infernosuicide, like lust or jealousy - is an obsession. it is a beast that eats you up inside until you are nothing. emotionally first, then it is only a matter of time before the physical deteriorates.
it is a difficult thing to understand, the too often quoted 'permanent solution to a temporary problem' or selfish cowardlice comes to mind. the obsessor sees no other; it is like wall of pain that ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/08/suicide-like-lust-or-is-obsession.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-65469050070003575142010-04-15T02:44:00.004+10:002010-08-16T03:56:52.160+10:002010-08-16T03:56:52.160+10:00the inspired book of errorDoes anyone remember the time, when goodbye's were only until tomorrow? Did you know too, that the human brain is unable to forget a face? You would know, for instance, I was me even in twenty years and if i gained 120 kilos (thats right metric). It is sad, a testament to the very human trait of emotional evolution, that as we grow older, we often grow out of the wave lengths that once held us ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspired-book-of-error.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-38609287857268637852009-09-28T04:39:00.002+10:002009-09-28T04:45:13.590+10:002009-09-28T04:45:13.590+10:00shoting stari could scream. this lack of self control is starting to scare me. whatever happened? I am a self proclaimed control addict. i need to be in control, i need power..i hunger for it. ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoting-star.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-40572220806350338562009-09-21T05:47:00.002+10:002009-09-21T05:50:35.833+10:002009-09-21T05:50:35.833+10:00its 547 and i just woke up with the biggest craving for juice. fruit. i stumbled out to that vending machine that never works and guess what the fucker didnt work. nothing that belongs to me in the fridge. bastardsashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-547-and-i-just-woke-up-with-biggest.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-37547774516745810372009-09-06T16:27:00.003+10:002009-09-06T16:30:52.984+10:002009-09-06T16:30:52.984+10:00God i need to get off my arse. The problem with having mondays off. is that on friday, almost subconsciously there is a loong weekend, on saturday, there still is sunday and monday. on sunday there is a tingling of panic but still hey, THERE STILL IS MONDAY LEFT RIGHT.fyufagajsighashlashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-i-need-to-get-off-my-arse.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-84884744635440120662009-09-03T21:23:00.000+10:002009-09-03T21:24:43.730+10:002009-09-03T21:24:43.730+10:00How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot, The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'dashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-happy-is-blameless-vestals-lot.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-25152054854041429852009-09-03T12:21:00.003+10:002009-09-06T16:26:47.835+10:002009-09-06T16:26:47.835+10:00Wakethere is no time, no space; just thoughts, a flowing consciousness. it moves what we perceive as distance is objects around us. Time is but a subconscious method of organizing - sequencing emotions and discussions. the things - signboards, trains colours shapes are living breathing manifestations of our thoughts, perceived only as is by the thoughts that perceive it. a complex paradigm soup, thatashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-11630810623085552372009-08-30T09:42:00.003+10:002010-08-16T03:26:54.458+10:002010-08-16T03:26:54.458+10:00Until it SleepsI woke up with the worst headache.
The thing about typing is you cant squeeze the ink out of your pen. Feels unnatural, forced.ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/until-it-sleeps.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-43801383583153978062009-08-30T00:14:00.001+10:002009-08-30T00:18:08.379+10:002009-08-30T00:18:08.379+10:00Chuck Lorre Productions, #212I believe that the voices of fear, both from withoutand within, can only be dispelled by trusting the voice that comes from the heart. Be still and listento it. If it speaks of love and compassion for other, for the world itself, it just might be thevoice of God -- or a reasonable facsimile. If,however, it snarls with fear of the unknown, fearof losing what you have or of not getting what you ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/chuck-lorre-productions-212.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-390387417873525342009-05-11T21:05:00.002+10:002010-08-15T23:13:51.948+10:002010-08-15T23:13:51.948+10:00Joe Says Perky TitsBeen a while eh,ashwinnoreply@blogger.com0http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/05/joe-says-perky-tits.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156630810014824889.post-78925599848882842562009-03-17T16:16:00.002+11:002009-03-17T16:23:48.254+11:002009-03-17T16:23:48.254+11:00I Don't Think I Can Be An Artist.There is a problem, having a penchant for pessimism;personally your work is never good enough for yourself. I have an irressistable tendancy to prod and poke, cut and paste;And when finally some degree of satisfaction is attained, nobody likes it anymore. Worse, - damn it - you forget what you were doing in the first place ashwinnoreply@blogger.com1http://musicforeveningpeople.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-think-i-can-be-artist.html