You got me singing

even tho’ the news is bad

You got me singing

the only song I ever had

You got me singing

ever since the river died

You got me thinking

of the places we could hide

You got me singing

even though the world is gone

You got me thinking

I’d like to carry on

You got me singing

even tho’ it all looks grim …

You got me singing

like a prisoner in a jail …

You got me wishing

our little love would last …

You got me singing

even tho’ it all went wrong

You got me singing …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3sFsT9vT6Fo

Leonard Cohen – You got me singing

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

– Charles Bukowski –

Ph : Tyler Shields

If … we are nothing but gene carriers, why do so many of us have to lead such strangely shaped lives? Wouldn’t our genetic purpose—to transmit DNA—be served just as well if we lived simple lives, not bothering our heads with a lot of extraneous thoughts, devoted entirely to preserving life and procreating? Did it benefit the genes in any way for us to lead such intricately warped, even bizarre, lives?

– Haruki Murakami – 1Q84