I grew up in San Francisco in a real rough neighborhood
Where they’d beat you bad if you were tough and worse if you were good.
But I came through those times with a lot of love
For those boys who knocked me down
And I pray someday I’ll see them, and we’ll be standing on sacred ground.
Well my life is filled with songs
But I just could not get along without my friends
And I’m happy now, but when this good life ends
I know a better life begins.
He walked up to the temple with gold in his hand
And he bought off the priests and propositioned the land
And the world was his harlot and lay in the sand
While the band played six sixty six.
Now I’m sitting in this garden in the middle of my days
And my memories drift and harden as the years they slip away
And I’ve been looking in this mirror at the age around my eyes
Time is such an earnest laborer, precision is his neighbor.
Lay my body in the ground, but let my spirit touch the sky.
- sex is just people playing with their bodies
- drugs is just people playing with their minds
- art is just people sharing their creations
- work is just people looking out for each other
- life is just people playing
- children are life’s richest reward *
- fear is done with
- love is all giving
well for a start at least.
* children are currently life’s bravest reward.
(this would mean free chocolate - and musk sticks)
(Google Translator is A DELICIOUS thing to stumble upon.)
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble at and to topple over. Such variety to embrace, caress, confuse and betray. What a glorious party to be party to. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and for always. Yum!
La vie est délicieux. Comment peut-il ne pas l’être. Avec autant de chances d’échouer. À trébucher et à se renverser. Une telle variété d’embrasser, de caresser, de la confusion et trahir. Quel glorieux partie d’être partie. Le succès occasionnels doux. Mais c’est le voyage, rien de plus, et pour toujours. Yum!
English to French to English
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many chances to fail. To stumble and fall over. Such a variety of kissing, fondling, confusion and betrayal. What glorious party to be a party. The success occasional mild. But the trip, nothing more, and forever. Yum!
La vida es deliciosa. ¿Cómo puede ser que no. Con tantas posibilidades de fracasar. Para tropezar en derrocar y más. Esa variedad a abrazar, acariciar, y confundir a traicionar. ¡Qué glorioso partido que se parte. El dulce éxito ocasional. Pero es el viaje, nada más, y para siempre. Yum!
English to Spanish to English
Life is delicious. How might not. With so many opportunities to fail. To encounter in overthrowing and more. That variety to hug, caress, and confuse betrayal. What glorious party to be a party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!
Das Leben ist köstlich. Wie kann es nicht sein. Bei so vielen Möglichkeiten zum Scheitern verurteilt. Um zu stolpern und zu stürzen. Diese Sorte Umarmung, Liebkosung, verwirren und betrügen. Was für eine glorreiche Partei zu Partei. Die gelegentliche süß Erfolg. Aber es ist der Weg, nicht mehr, und für immer. Yum!
English to German to English
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many ways to fail. To stumble and fall. This variety hug, caress, confuse and deceive. What a glorious party to party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the way, not more, and forever. Yum!
La vita è delizioso. Come può non essere. Con tante opportunità di fallire. A inciampare e di rovesciare a oltre. Tale varietà di abbracciare, accarezzare, confondere e tradire. Che glorioso partito ad essere parte. Il dolce occasionali successo. Ma è il viaggio, niente di più, e per sempre. Yum!
English to Italian to English
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. A trip to overthrow and beyond. This sort of embracing, caressing, confuse and betray. What glorious party to be a party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!
A vida é deliciosa. Como pode ser que não. Com tantas possibilidades de fracassar. Para a tropeçar e de derrubar mais. Essa variedade de abraçar, caress, confundir e trair. Que glorioso partido para ser parte no. O sucesso ocasional doce. Mas é a viagem, nada mais, e para sempre. Yum!
English to Portuguese to English
Life is delicious. As you may not. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble and down more. This variety of embrace, caress, confuse and betray. What glorious party to be a party to. The success occasional sweet. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!
Life is heerlijk. Hoe kan het niet. Met zoveel kansen te mislukken. Om te struikelen en te omvallen. Dergelijke verscheidenheid te omhelzen, caress, verwarring en verraad. Wat een schitterende partij te zijn partij. De occasionele zoete succes. Maar het is de reis, niets meer, en voor altijd. Yum!
English to Dutch to English
Life is good. How can it not. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble and fall. Such diversity embracing, caress, confusion and betrayal. What a wonderful party to party. The occasional sweet success. But it is the journey, nothing more, and forever. Yum!
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English to Russian to English
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities to fail. To stumble at overthrowing or older. This variety of cover, affection, confuse and deceive. What a glorious party to be a party. In some sweet success. But this way, no more, and always. Yum!
Life is delicious. How can it not be. With so many opportunities fail. To falter in more than to topple. This embrace variety, and fondled, and confusion between treason. What a glorious party to be a party. Sometimes sweet success. But the journey is not over, and always told. Yum!
Life is delicious. How can we not. There are so many opportunities for failure. Setbacks, and overturned. Embrace such varieties, touching, confusion and betrayal. What a glorious party to the party. Occasionally sweet success. However, it is a journey without more, and always. Yum!
Life is delicious. What if it is not possible. Very many opportunities to fail. Stumble and fall out. Such strains hug, caress, confuse and betray. Party, to be no glory. The occasional sweet success. However, it is the journey, nothing from the usual. Yum!
Life is delicious. What do you if you do not. There’s so much opportunity to fail. Upset with the practice. Such diversity hug, caress, confused and betrayed. What made the party go to the party. Bittersweet success of the sushi. But it is our journey, and nothing more, and always. Yum!
Life palatable. How this can not be. With many opportunities to fail. In order to topple the offense more. This kind of diversity to embrace, love, betrayed and confused. What the party is a great party. Current success is sweet. But this trip, and some not, and for ever. Yum!
Language is delicious. google translator is delicious. Let’s party. Let’s play. Yum!
It seems I need to get stoned every night. Why is this? Well I guess there is not enough of a connection to the vision (the purpose, the goal) without it. But the dope can connect me to it. And when it does, all else, once noise, fades. And you remember it, reacquaint yourself with it, discuss it, play with it, dance with it. You remember your first love. And this will sustain you through tomorrow.
So while it would be nice to back off from the stuff a bit, I need the recharge too much, to help me push on.
And now I’m forcing myself to type while stoned, thus disengaging from the recharge, the dream, the vision, the chocolate…
I’m doing this in order to communicate a bit what it is like.
I think the first thing that hits you is how you can just globally forgive all that wronged you, every single one, losing all your precious pain in the process. You see everyone in yourself and yourself in everyone and with this you become connected, so love for all comes easy.
And with all these darling grudges melted away, your thoughts are truer and purer and can be trusted. And this is the place where you see and feel the clues to guide you toward your karma, destiny, profiteroles…
Taking notes is very difficult during this time, because if you don’t, if you just bask in it, there will be no remembrance of it in the morning. So scribble the best you can.
And revisit these, and (if you heart feels it true) integrate it.
So if you do have to toke, try and use some of each session as an opportunity for growth, an opportunity to mean to be the you you were meant to be. (Why do I delight in such silly linguistic play?)
You get to see what really matters for you. What you need to chase towards.
Well, this is what happens for me, at least.
So now I’m bored of typing, and can’t remember what I typed, and I just want to bask in the moment, the thing, the icecream…
