Jacob Boehme 1575-1624 ~ Bachman-Turner Overdrive (Randy Bachmann 1943- ) ...Lookin' Out For #I

Thou must know that this world in its innermost
Unfolds its properties and powers in union with
The heaven aloft above us, and so there is...
One Heart, one Being, one Will, one God, all in all.

Henry David Thoreau 1817-1862 ~ Herbie Hancock 1940- ...Watermelon Man

If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
Perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears,
However measured or far away.

Mae West 1893-1980 ~ Steely Dan (Walter Becker, Donald Fagen, Paul Griffin) ...The Fez

Sex is emotion in motion.

Ayn Rand 1905-1982 ~ Pink Floyd (Roger Waters 1943- ) ...Money ~ Velvet Revolver

So you think that money is the root of all evil.
Have you ever asked what is the root of all money?

Plato 428-348 BC ~ The Isley Brothers (Ernie, Marvin, O'Kelly Jr, Ronald, Rudolph & Vernon) ...Work To Do

Each citizen should play his part in the community according to his individual gifts.

Rabindranath Tagore 1861-1941 ~ Jenny Lewis 1976- ...Pretty Bird

Never be afraid of the moments, thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

Percy Shelly 1792-1822 ~ Hoagy Carmichael 1899-1881 & Johnny Mercer 1909-1976 ...Skylark ~ Aretha Franklin 1942-

Hail to thee, blithe spirit! From the earth thou springest, like a cloud of fire
The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Bird thou never wert that from heaven or near it
Pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest, like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden light'ning of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run, like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The pale purple even melts around thy flight; like a star of heaven,
In the broad daylight thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight-
Keen as are the arrows of that silver sphere whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear, until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd.
What thou art we know not; what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody:-
Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
Like a high-born maiden in a palace tower, soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour with music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
Like a glow-worm golden in a dell of dew, scattering unbeholden
Its aërial hue among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view:
Like a rose embower'd in its own green leaves, by warm winds deflower'd,
Till the scent it gives makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-wingèd thieves.
Sound of vernal showers on the twinkling grass, rain-awaken'd flowers-
All that ever was joyous and clear and fresh-thy music doth surpass.
Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard
Praise of love or wine that panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Chorus hymeneal, or triumphal chant, match'd with thine would be all
But an empty vaunt- a thin wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
What objects are the fountains of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
With thy clear keen joyance languor cannot be: shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee: thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Waking or asleep, thou of death must deem things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream, or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after, and pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet, if we could scorn hate and pride and fear, if we were things born
Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measures of delightful sound, better than all treasures
That in books are found, thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness that thy brain must know; such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow, the world should listen then, as I am listening now.

John Muir 1838-1914 ~ Townes Van Zandt 1944-1997 ...If I Needed You

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere;
The dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling;
Vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset,
Eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands,
Each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Pythagoras 570-495 BC ~ Unknown Folksinger ...The House Of The Rising Sun ~ Nina Simone 1933-2003

Virtue is harmony.

James Michener 1907-1997 ~ Joan Baez 1941- ...Babe I'm Gonna Leave You

For this is the journey that men make to find themselves.
If they fail in this, it doesn't matter much what else they find.
But if a man happens to find himself - if he knows what he can be
Depended upon to do, the limits of his courage, the positions from which
He will no longer retreat, the degree to which he can surrender his
Inner life to some woman, the secret reservoirs of his determination,
The extent of his dedication, the depth of his feeling for beauty,
His honest and unpostured goals - then he has found a mansion which
He can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life.

Carl Schurz 1829-1906 ~ Thievery Corporation ...Meu Destino

Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands.
But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters,
You choose them as your guides,
And following them you will reach your destiny.