But when we in our viciousness grow hard, / (O misery on't!) the wise gods seel our eyes; / in our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us / adore our errors; laugh at us, while we strut / to our confusion.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Cure for the Swine Flu!
I am going to a TMBG concert on the 10th of October (do what you will with their lyrics, I just like them), and this was on their website recently. At this concert, they will be playing the entirety of their album "Flood". I have never heard this album, and, though tempted, will not be purchasing it on iTunes before the show. Why? I like the idea of going to a concert and being interested, not singing along and bobbing my head. Do you think Nicolai Rimsky-Korsakov had his audience listen to a pre-recorded portion of his music:
(By the way, this, along with part 5, is my favorite song of ALL TIME!!! Take the time to listen. I don't care what you are doing, this will improve your life more.)
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