Procrastination is not mentioned as a deadly sin, but it should be. I can spend hours, days, and months procrastinating things. They range from changing the light bulb in the corridor to getting a divorce certificate for lower fees in the daycare center to searching through the multitude of CDs to find the one with Half-Life: Counter Strike. Now, don't get me wrong, I've never played CS in my life, because I had a problem installing my cracked copy. The game is not original, but the gift from a friend far back in 2001 is highly original, and it bears the inscription Get'em, Hazel on the cover. I still remember R2D2M2 fondly, and I am particularly thankful for the full discography of Iron Maiden, which is on the same CD, and the main reason I'm looking for it;)
I'm listening to the most recent Bruce Dickinson solo project, Tyranny of Souls, which basically prompted this post. It's a really good album, some songs like 'Power of the Sun' and 'Soul Intruder' remind me strongly of my favorite Maiden albums (the ones I'll find one of these days, hours, minutes!). However, the song that has caught me by the throat is 'Navigate the Seas of the Sun'. It has pop-like quality about it, unlike most of the stuff I'm into lately - The Mars Volta, Coheed and Cambria, Within Temptation - but it somehow made me listen to it almost thirty times in a row. It made me think about that special seal of individuality that makes us enjoy certain things, and not others, without being able to explain why. As C.S. Lewis remarks, there is a thin line marking the pattern of our unique soul, going through all the things we love. This is a paraphrase, of course, I'm sure he would have said it better.
Ok, here's the song.
Navigate The Seas Of The Sun
Distant earthrise long ago
Lingers at the borders of our minds
Mysteries spinning in the dark
In the frozen emptiness of time
We were lost and we never knew
Who we were, what we left behind
Living half lives we were blind
To the new frontiers that opened up our eyes
To find our minds were spinning
Souls entwined in a spiral dance
The ancient ways have found us again
To give us one last chance
Living in this place,
Staring into space we find
We might share the corners of our lives
Infinity runs deep,
Eternity that we can't keep
Melting through the frozen wastes of time
So we go and we'll not return
To navigate the seas of the Sun
Our children will go on and on
To navigate the seas of the Sun
So we go and we'll not return
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Our children will go on and on
To navigate the seas of the Sun
We can't go on tomorrow
Living death by gravity
Couldn't stand it anymore,
We'll sail our ships to distant shores
Purple, gold and blue,
Living colors every hue
Flowers in the garden of the gods
No one can ever know
If you never saw them grow
But this darkness is really full of light
[solo]
Well beyond the Earth,
Beyond all things that gave us birth
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
If God is throwing dice
And Einstein doesn't mind the chance
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Infinity runs deep,
Eternity that we can't keep
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of our souls
Purple, blue and gold we find
To navigate the seas of the Sun
So we know who we are
Even in this frozen waste
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Living in this place,
Staring into space we find
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Well beyond the Earth
Beyond all things that gave us birth
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
If Einstein's throwing dice,
And God he doesn't mind the chance
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of the soul
Purple blue and gold we find
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
And who we were before
Eternity that we can't keep
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of our souls
Purple blue and gold we find
Even the lyrics somehow trigger a yearning from the days of my youth, a feeling long lost and barely remembered. I should be happy I can still feel things like this, because my life is full of broken things. Here is the reference:
"Ox, at the risk of sounding like a character from the tales of Granny Shu, I will point out that a noise some people hear and others don't isn't speaking to the ears. It's speaking to the heart, and you have a hole in your heart. All young people do. It's there to catch the wonderful things of the world, and later on it gets filled up by broken things. Forget about your ears. Listen with your heart. Aim the hole at the sound and follow in the direction where it hurts the most."
Barry Hughart, The Story of The Stone
Procrastination here does not bother me - this is one of the books I would read forever, and enjoy reading it slowly. Prolonging the pleasure, so to speak...
I'm listening to the most recent Bruce Dickinson solo project, Tyranny of Souls, which basically prompted this post. It's a really good album, some songs like 'Power of the Sun' and 'Soul Intruder' remind me strongly of my favorite Maiden albums (the ones I'll find one of these days, hours, minutes!). However, the song that has caught me by the throat is 'Navigate the Seas of the Sun'. It has pop-like quality about it, unlike most of the stuff I'm into lately - The Mars Volta, Coheed and Cambria, Within Temptation - but it somehow made me listen to it almost thirty times in a row. It made me think about that special seal of individuality that makes us enjoy certain things, and not others, without being able to explain why. As C.S. Lewis remarks, there is a thin line marking the pattern of our unique soul, going through all the things we love. This is a paraphrase, of course, I'm sure he would have said it better.
Ok, here's the song.
Navigate The Seas Of The Sun
Distant earthrise long ago
Lingers at the borders of our minds
Mysteries spinning in the dark
In the frozen emptiness of time
We were lost and we never knew
Who we were, what we left behind
Living half lives we were blind
To the new frontiers that opened up our eyes
To find our minds were spinning
Souls entwined in a spiral dance
The ancient ways have found us again
To give us one last chance
Living in this place,
Staring into space we find
We might share the corners of our lives
Infinity runs deep,
Eternity that we can't keep
Melting through the frozen wastes of time
So we go and we'll not return
To navigate the seas of the Sun
Our children will go on and on
To navigate the seas of the Sun
So we go and we'll not return
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Our children will go on and on
To navigate the seas of the Sun
We can't go on tomorrow
Living death by gravity
Couldn't stand it anymore,
We'll sail our ships to distant shores
Purple, gold and blue,
Living colors every hue
Flowers in the garden of the gods
No one can ever know
If you never saw them grow
But this darkness is really full of light
[solo]
Well beyond the Earth,
Beyond all things that gave us birth
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
If God is throwing dice
And Einstein doesn't mind the chance
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Infinity runs deep,
Eternity that we can't keep
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of our souls
Purple, blue and gold we find
To navigate the seas of the Sun
So we know who we are
Even in this frozen waste
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Living in this place,
Staring into space we find
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Well beyond the Earth
Beyond all things that gave us birth
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
If Einstein's throwing dice,
And God he doesn't mind the chance
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of the soul
Purple blue and gold we find
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
And who we were before
Eternity that we can't keep
We'll navigate the seas of the Sun
Flowers of our souls
Purple blue and gold we find
Even the lyrics somehow trigger a yearning from the days of my youth, a feeling long lost and barely remembered. I should be happy I can still feel things like this, because my life is full of broken things. Here is the reference:
"Ox, at the risk of sounding like a character from the tales of Granny Shu, I will point out that a noise some people hear and others don't isn't speaking to the ears. It's speaking to the heart, and you have a hole in your heart. All young people do. It's there to catch the wonderful things of the world, and later on it gets filled up by broken things. Forget about your ears. Listen with your heart. Aim the hole at the sound and follow in the direction where it hurts the most."
Barry Hughart, The Story of The Stone
Procrastination here does not bother me - this is one of the books I would read forever, and enjoy reading it slowly. Prolonging the pleasure, so to speak...
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