Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,)
Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,
Endlessly cry for your castaways, but fear not, deny not me,
Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet as I touch you
or gather from you.
I mean tenderly by you and all,
I gather for myself and for this phantom looking down where we
lead, and following me and mine.
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses,
Froth, snowy white, and bubbles,
(See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
See, the prismatic colors glistening and rolling,)
Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,
Buoy’d hither from many moods, one contradicting another,
From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,
Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of liquid or soil,
Up just as much out of fathomless workings fermented and thrown,
A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating,
drifted at random,
Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,
Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets,
We, capricious, brought hither we know not whence, spread out
You up there walking or sitting,
Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
—Walt Whitman, Sea-Drift, IV
Written by: David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters & Richard Wright.
Produced by Pink Floyd.
Personnel: David Gilmour — electric guitar, vocals Roger Waters — electric bass guitar Richard Wright — Hammond organ, Wurlitzer electric piano, EMS VCS 3, vocals Nick Mason — rototoms, drums
with: Doris Troy — vocals Lesley Duncan — vocals Liza Strike — backing vocals Barry St. John — backing vocals
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain,
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you,
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking,
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time,
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way,
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say.
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
And when I come home cold and tired,
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field,
The tolling of the iron bell,
Calls the faithful to their knees,
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
‘cause I can’t face the evening straight
You can’t offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you’ll get
-Thom Yorke (Radiohead - Last Flowers [In Rainbows 2])
about the mix:// some new unreleased tunes, some mercury tunes, and alot of recent trax from others that i like very much.
mixture of ambient, beats, jazz, idm, bass.
Dedicating this mix to Floex, Triosk, Tycho, Bersarin Quartet and all the others in the mix, thanx for the inspiration.
for a tracklist follow this link:www.funckarma.com/news/roel-funcke…k-mix-june-2012/
I’m only mean as I’m curious
for it’s easy to see one’s nature
Trailer of ”La Danza de la Realidad”, an Alejandro Jodorowsky movie,
with Brontis Jorodowsky, Pamela Flores, Jeremias Herskovits, Alejandro Jodorowsky, Bastián Bodenhofer, Andrés Cox, Sergio Vargas, Alisarine Ducolomb, Adán Jodorowsky and Cristóbal Jodorowsky .
also keep in mind that the progression of computer intelligence will sneak up on us. over the next several decades, machine competence will rival - and ultimately surpass - any particular human skill one cares to cite.
as computers achieve a comparable - and greater - level of complexity, and as they are increasingly derived at least in part from models of human intelligence, they, too, will necessarily utilize goals with implicit values and emotions, although not necessarily the same values and emotions as humans exhibit.
a variety of philosophical questions will emerge. are computers thinking, or are they just calculating? conversely, are human beings thinking, or are they just calculating? the human brain follows the laws of physics, so it must be a machine, albeit a very complex one. is there an inherent difference between human thinking and machine thinking?
to pose this question another way, once computers are as complex as the human brain, and can match the human brain in subtlety and complexity in thought, are we to consider them conscious?