I’m completely addicted to this song by Tove Styrke, Borderline.
The voice of the empire, the scene is on fire
Pull the plugs higher, I spit fire
Trance of the empire strangle my desire
Pull the plugs higher, and I’ll spit fire
I’m BORDERLINE happy, and I’m BORDERLINE sad
I’m BORDERLINE good and I’m BORDERLINE bad
And I can’t get rid of this singing fear
You saw me out and my head gets clear
I live my life in shackles, but I’m borderline free
I used to be blind and I still can’t see
In a round and round till you change your mind
As long as nobody breaks my sight
Shakes of the empire, make me happy can’t say I’m higher
Higher they’re away higher, fools of the empire
I went to school in the empire
Like the rules from a bradsire
I be a fool of the empire
Till I break loose, breath fire
Burn it down!
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
to be saved
How does it feel to be mad? This has been one of my favorite quotes for many years. It provokes this frenzied passion for life and to drain every last drop out of it. I don’t live my life that way. I’m not sad or anything. It is a conscious choice to hold back. To withdraw. But I do enjoy watching everyone else when they burn and explode across the stars.
…that is the question.
I enjoy many things. Most of all I like giving my opinion. So I will be doing that a lot (I think a lot should be one word).
I probably should have prepared better for my first post. I can’t think of anything to be opinionated about at the moment. Well at least I was vain and posted a, only gently touched up, picture of myself. SO ENJOY THAT!