Atlantic City

Up, Down.

Well now, everything dies, baby, thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back.
     Bruce Springsteen, Atlantic City.

Entropy - Thomas Pynchon.

Rubin Carter, degrees of suffering impossible to determine, also degrees of responsibility & guilt, but mostly because he learned to live with no input ...

After the Goldrush, Neil Young

Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
Saying something about a queen
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
That was floating on the breeze
Look at mother nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies
Look at mother nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky

There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like I could cry
I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie

Well I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flyin'
In the yellow haze of the sun
There was laughing, crying and colors flying
All around the chosen one

All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun
They were flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home

Down.