It's like I'm a lady... but I'm not.
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air-
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath-
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope on battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ‘twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear…
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
- Alan Seeger, 1888-1916
Included in the Epilogue of “Legionnaire” by Simon Murray.
And if I can ruin the ending, only so that I may cherish it and the genuine rush of tears and the feeling forever:
“But there is time. And to those that totter on the brink, my advice is to go and climb the mountains of life, and do so while you are young and you will be happy at sixty.”
There are very few who know exactly what this means to me.
xo.
The greatest there ever was.
(via prisonrodeoclownschool)
A Message From Queens Of The Stone Age
“Even a bad event can turn into an unforgettable song”. As you can see from the message above, Josh Homme et al have been working on new studio recordings. The next QOTSA album is due to be released during the first half of 2013.
The band’s last LP, Era Vulgaris, was released in 2007.
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(via prisonrodeoclownschool)
Mesmerizing.
Love you, internet. Some people just don’t understand.
Yo, thing on a tiny screen that I also check my e-mail on, that I’m only half-paying attention to because I’m also chatting with my roommate here in this fully lit room and also periodically clicking over to Facebook, enchant me the way my grandfather was enchanted by something on a literal…
JUSTIN’S BALLS ON FIRE
(via britneyspears)
SYMBOLISM!
(I think someone is finally over @jtimberlake. It’s ok… Me, too, B. Me, too.)
