Wikus Van De Merwe: I would never have any kind of... pornographic activity with a fookin' creature!
Can you tell us the place where
The Elders chew the sky soft
The place where love is like
A perfect knee-quilled arrow
Flown from bows of pure willow
And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo
Oh, can’t you hear the world’s heart breaking
For, it’s a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people
And yes, it is a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people
‘Cause it’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
Like bitter spirits and sweet wine
‘Cause it’s like two tongues, at one time
At one time
So, pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour ‘em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour ‘em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour ‘em all for the hauntings
And cool down for the hauntings
And harden for the hauntings
And now granite-soul
You’re a hunter, hunter hunting
Children of the wild plains
And now granite-soul you’re a hunter
Your hunter hunting children of the wild plains
And if my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma
Could find them she would put all of their poisoned
All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth in her medicine bag
In her medicine bag
She’d make a graph of our death-beat pulse, murmur quiet
Pulse, murmur quiet
Like hiding pheasants in tall grass
Now there’s faces in the rocks
And they’re coming on strong
Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues
Faces in the rocks feels like a million to one
Woman and man in the moon with a cradle-board son
Oh, braided ‘round close to all warmth is gone
Gone
So, here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
They’re woven from the hair of the dead
The hair from your sisters
Hair from your brothers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
The hair from your mothers
Hair from your fathers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye
And we, we stood by you
Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye
The Elders chew the sky soft
The place where love is like
A perfect knee-quilled arrow
Flown from bows of pure willow
And under the thundering roll of ghost buffalo
Oh, can’t you hear the world’s heart breaking
For, it’s a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people
And yes, it is a test of courage
To kiss the snake-tongued people
The fork-tongued people
‘Cause it’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
It’s like two tongues, at one time
Like two tongues, at one time
Like bitter spirits and sweet wine
‘Cause it’s like two tongues, at one time
At one time
So, pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour all of your souls like magma into the caverns
Pour ‘em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour ‘em all for the hauntings, the hauntings, the hauntings
And pour ‘em all for the hauntings
And cool down for the hauntings
And harden for the hauntings
And now granite-soul
You’re a hunter, hunter hunting
Children of the wild plains
And now granite-soul you’re a hunter
Your hunter hunting children of the wild plains
And if my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandma
Could find them she would put all of their poisoned
All of their poisoned, poisoned teeth in her medicine bag
In her medicine bag
She’d make a graph of our death-beat pulse, murmur quiet
Pulse, murmur quiet
Like hiding pheasants in tall grass
Now there’s faces in the rocks
And they’re coming on strong
Faces in the rocks with medicine tongues
Faces in the rocks feels like a million to one
Woman and man in the moon with a cradle-board son
Oh, braided ‘round close to all warmth is gone
Gone
So, here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
Here, take these blankets
They’re woven from the hair of the dead
The hair from your sisters
Hair from your brothers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
The hair from your mothers
Hair from your fathers
Hair from your lovers
Hair from the beavers
Hair from the otters
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye
And we, we stood by you
Like a mama bear shot with her cubs at her side
And we, we saw through you
Like a candle through a buffalo’s eye
lyrics are from http://www.alwaysontherun.net
Steve Carell 'i görünce hemen bir komedi filmi beklememek lazım. komedyenleri ciddi rollerde görmekten daha güzel ne olabilir .
Dan Burns: What don't I understand, Cara? Please, help me out. What is it? Is it frustrating that you can't be with this person? That there's something keeping you apart? That there's something about this person that you can connect with? And whenever you're near this person, you don't know what to say, and you say everything that's in your mind and in your heart, and you know that if you could just be together, that this person would help you become the best possible version of yourself?
Dan Burns: You know that feeling in your heart? When your heart is just pounding, like it's actually outside your ribs. Exposed, vulnerable, but wonderful and awful, and heartsick, and alive, all at the same time?
Sam: How sick is she?
Benny: She's plenty sick. Now listen to me, I've been doin' some thinkin'-
Sam: Because, you know, it seems to me that, I mean, except for being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
Benny: She's plenty sick. Now listen to me, I've been doin' some thinkin'-
Sam: Because, you know, it seems to me that, I mean, except for being a little mentally ill, she's pretty normal.
Street Poet: Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I'm a delusion angel / I'm a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don't want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we're going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river/ Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I carry you / You'll carry me / That's how it could be / Don't you know me? / Don't you know me by now?
An Inconvenient Truth
kaçırılmaması gereken bir belgesel
Global Warming 101 dersi olmalı
Darren Aronofsky'nin yaratıcılığı , faith in chaos
3,14159265358
216 digit
Pi
Maximillian Cohen: 11:15, restate my assumptions: 1. Mathematics is the language of nature. 2. Everything around us can be represented and understood through numbers. 3. If you graph these numbers, patterns emerge. Therefore: There are patterns everywhere in nature.
Maximillian Cohen: 9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache.
Directed by Gus Van Sant
Soundtrack özenle seçilmiş :
Ellioth Smith - Angeles
Ethan Rose - Song One
Paranoid Park
Don Cheadle & Adam Sandler
Reign Over Me
Charlie Fineman: I don't need to talk about her or look at pictures... 'cause the truth is, a lot of times, I see her... on the street. I walk down the street, I see her in someone else's face... clearer than any of the pictures you carry with you. I get that you're in pain, but you got each other. You got each other! And I'm the one who's gotta see her and the girls all the time. Everywhere I go! I even see the dog. That's how fucked up I still am! I look at a German shepherd, I see our goddamn poodle. All right... All right...
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