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Follow The Map

I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you

CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too

I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice

CHORUS x 2

All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt

CHORUS x 2

I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17

CHORUS x 1

Portrait of Emilie Amiet-Baer - Cuno Amiet

Smiling Cat - Theophile Steinlen

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

"Okay, here‘s the story. I come from the gutter. I know that.

This monologue Tony feels obligated to say is not only perfect for explaining his story but also fits the lives of many viewers. Not everyone is born into a good family or gets the right education and opportunities, but that's okay.

If you know your environment and if you know the right people, you can go a long way in your life. And what's more, Tony points out the importance of someone beside you who makes you unstoppable through their support, care, and love.

Free or Not?

Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole

Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind

I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by

For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase

The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes

I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.

I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold

Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed

It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by

Night of our moon

This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind

And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye

Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me

And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky

We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave

And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears

We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light

And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night

Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout

And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion

ITALIENISCHE KUESTENLANDSCHAFT WOHL COMERSEE - Alois Arnegger

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There and back

It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such

We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right

The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way

Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another

The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above

The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time

After more than a decade in Europe, James Gaffigan is returning to the U.S. to take over one of the nation’s highest-profile opera houses. https://t.co/LHIBvS7OUv

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Scheiber Hugó, Jazz Band - Scheiber Hugó

This week, we re-air an old favorite, featuring author Bianca Bosker speaking to art critic Ben Davis about her new book. https://t.co/mTH9bLHg8L

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The slow increase of consumerism

The idea of people as consumers took shape before WWI, but it became more common in America in the 1920s.

People have always consumed the basics of life - food, clothing, shelter. They had to work to get them, but there was little economic motive for increased consumption among the masses. Attempts to promote new fashions and boost sales slowly increased as the pursuit of wealth extended beyond the very rich.

German arts workers expect that the measures, part of a broader austerity effort by the city’s government, will threaten nearly a third of fine art studios. https://t.co/WUZV1asw5T

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a Couple in An Interior - Jan Miense Molenaer

Unesco’s Amadou-Mahtar M’Bow remembered as a champion of the dispossessed

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