Some say, death is the easy way
And I think they’re right.
‘Cause nights tick, by like a long week
Except when you stop by.
And I know that tryin’ gets nothing done
And I see you’re about dry.
‘Cause nothin’ gets you high,
You’re poor the day you die,
And alcohol it only makes you tired.
But seein’ you feels good,
And it’s always understood.
That anything much sweeter
Would make me die.
My Morning Jacket - Death Is The Easy Way
Where is it I’ve read that someone condemned to death says or think, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he’d only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once! Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!
Fyodor Dostoevsky - Crime and Punishment
We build but to tear down. Most of our work and resource is squandered. Our onward march is marked by devastation. Everywhere there is an appalling loss of time, effort and life. A cheerless view, but true.
Nikola Tesla
I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
Jack Kerouac - On The Road
Lets stop our busy lives awhile
And think of the many many people
Across the many miles of earth
That have no clothes, no food to eat.
And what about the air we breathe,
To the food we eat,
Are filled with things that kill,
Our deaths are closer than we think.
Well another silly love song could make me sick
About a heart broke emo rocker and his messed up chick
Are we so deaf dumb and blind we can’t see the candlestick… burnin down
All my life I been poor boy son,
Scratchin’ for my meat
I have been kicked in my teeth,
Till the blood run hot and sweet
I seen a lot of living my friend,
And this I will repeat,
Just because you knock a man down
Don’t mean that you got him beat
Ray LaMontagne - Henry Nearly Killed Me (It’s A Shame)
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I’m willing and able
Ain’t no faking - your money I’m taking
Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking
While you’re at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin’ it live
Beastie Boys - No Sleep ‘Till Brooklyn
Joe was born in New York City, son of Paul and Catherine
always down and always out,
but his ‘morrows always seemed just fine
there will be bigotry and there will be open minds
there will be days of peace; you’ll never have the time
as long as you keep a straight face,
I will be there when you die
I was born in east Kentucky, home of where the grass is dyed
always down and always out,
but my ‘morrows always seemed just fine
there will be bigotry and there will be open minds
there will be days of peace you’ll never have the time
as long as you keep a straight face,
I will be there when you die.
My Morning Jacket - I Will Be There When You Die
Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows.
I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don’t want to live my life again
The Ramones - Pet Sematary
I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’
Kurt Vonnegut