Won't Get Fooled Again

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
No, no!

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by and by
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
No, no!

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

Original text by PETE TOWNSHEND

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Mai Aoki

This graphic was inspired by Ingelore's "Wintertime" tutorial. I swapped falling snowflakes for flower petals from cherry blossoms blown away by the breeze. A rosy picture of Japon you might say, especially in the light of the Fukushima disaster.

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Angels

Please, do no scoff, OK. I'm amazed myself since even though I love the texture of his voice, I am by no means a Robbie Williams fan. How did a bloke like him come up with such a beautiful song? He must have been inspired by an angel. It would not sound as good otherwise. Have your tissues handy because it brings tears to my eyes. Not like some silly young girl would, rather like someone who understands perfectly what it's all about. Incidentally, I didn't really choose to repost this song, it occurred to me naturally after getting overwhelmed by some transitory feeling of uncertainty as I often do these days. And I enjoy so much these track games I know will lead me off the paths taken by others and that were never meant to be mine. Let the demons sneer as they will for angels also provide earplugs!

Ey@el

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old?
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold.

So when I'm lying in my bed,
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead,
I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all she offers me protection,
A lot of love and affection,
Whether I'm right or wrong.
And down the waterfall,
Wherever it may take me,
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead.

When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street,
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love.

And as the feeling grows,
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all she offers me protection,
A lot of love and affection,
Whether I'm right or wrong.
And down the waterfall,
Wherever it may take me,
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead.

And through it all she offers me protection,
A lot of love and affection,
Whether I'm right or wrong.
And down the waterfall,
Wherever it may take me,
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead.

Original text by ROBBIE WILLIAMS
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I Love the World

The roll of distant thunder breaks, the afternoon of silence wakes
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance
In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads
Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance

These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws
We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust
And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things
The Christian lies, technology, while spirits scream and sing

Oh God I love the world
I love the world
I love the world

Well I never said I was a clever man but I know enough to understand
That the endless leaps and forward plans will someday have to cease
You blind yourselves with comfort lies like lightning never strikes you twice
And we laugh at your amazed surprise as the Ark begins to sink

This temple that is built so well to separate us from ourselves
Is a power grown beyond control, a will without a face
And watching from outside I wish that I could wash my hands of this
But we are locked together here, this bittersweet embrace

Oh God I love the world
I love the world
I love the world

And if one day the final fire explodes across the whitened sky
I know you've said you'd rather die and make it over fast
With courage from your bravest friends, waiting outside for the end
With no bitterness but an innocence that I can't seem to grasp

I know somehow I will survive - this fury just to stay alive
So drunk with sickness, weak with pain, I can walk the hills one last time
Scarred and smiling, dying slow, I'll scream to no one left at all
I told you so, I told you so, I told you so...

Oh God I love the world
I love the world
I love the world

Original text by JUSTIN SULLIVAN

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Carpe Diem

Aaarrrrrghhh! Scratching my eternal itch...

I've got the panda blues, yeah, and some bamboo stuck between my fangs...

Oh well... I, for one, have got my paws full of your puke.

Take it easy tiger! Stop your paw-washing,
you're spluttering all over, I can't see a thing!

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May Faerie

“I've got little fairies in the palm of hand, having tea in my backyard...”^† May Day means lily of the valley; lily means bells; (Tinker) bell means... fairy! In any case, this is the train of thoughts that led me to design this graphic based on Bluefay's "Spring" tutorial. According to the ancient Greeks, Apollo would have created lily of the valley so that his nine muses wouldn't hurt their feet on the ground. There are many other legends, but I chose to retain this one because it serves as a reminder of what bounds us to nature through what the mystics call “elementals”. In France, the custom of offering lily of the valley on May Day for good luck dates back to Charles IX. A word of caution: you must know that although used for its medicinal properties (almost similar to those of digitalis), lily of the valley is a highly toxic plant and that ingesting its leaves, flowers, stems or roots may lead to cardiac arrest. According to French Dr Valnet (a sound reference for phytotherapy), you shouldn't keep it in your bedroom as it might cause headaches, spasms, and possibly convulsions and delirium.

Endnotes

• ^ "La Colline des roses", Indochine (1990)

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