Are you lonely just like me?

Pretty woman
Walking down the street
Pretty woman
The kind I like to meet
Pretty woman

I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look as good as you

Mercy!

Pretty woman
Won't you pardon me?
Pretty woman
I couldn't help but see
Pretty woman

That you look lovely as can be
Are you lonely just like me?

Grrrrrr!

(Roy Orbison, Bill Dees, Oh, Pretty Woman, 1964)

Visiteurs de passage

«Nous ne cessons de nous étonner du passage du temps… Cela montre que le temps n´est pas notre élément naturel… C´est que notre vraie patrie est l´Éternité; dans le temps, nous ne sommes que des visiteurs de passage.»

(Simon Leys, Le Bonheur des petits poissons: Lettres des Antipodes, Éditions Jean-Claude Lattès, 2008)

Femme fatale

Hello, I love you

Won't you tell me your name?

Hello, I love you

Let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street

Blind to every eye she meets

Do you think you'll be the guy

To make the queen of the angels sigh?

She holds her head so high

Like a statue in the sky

Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long

When she moves my brain screams out this song

Sidewalk crouches at her feet

Like a dog that begs for something sweet

Do you hope to make her see, you fool?

Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?

(The Doors, Hello, I love you, 1968)

El Velo de Maya

«La compasión es el fundamento único de la moral… Tiene la virtud de la compasión quien levanta el Velo de Maya y capta, de un modo inmediato, la identidad de la voluntad en todos sus fenómenos. Dicho más llanamente, “quien reconoce en todos los seres su yo más íntimo y auténtico“»

(Arthur Schopenhauer, El mundo como voluntad y representación, 1819)

Anoche soñé que volvía a Burgess Shale

I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day

You and I are yesterday's answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by times rivers
To the shapes we now possess.

(Greg Lake, The Sage, 1972)

Year of the Cat

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

(Al Stewart, Year of the Cat, 1976)

Summertime Blues

Gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fun vacation
Gonna take my problem to the United Nations.
Well I called my congressman and he said (quote):
"I'd like to help you son but you're too young to vote"
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.

(Eddie Cochran, Summertime Blues, 1958)