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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life."

The Fog Horn blew.”
 Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn

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J.R. August - Man with the Magnificent Mind (Change of Seasons 1/4)

...I am a man with the magnificent mind
These eyes of treason make me wanna go blind
I tend to see the things that nobody sees
I am the disease
I am the disease

I am a man with the magnificent plan
The velvet glove is on my iron hand
I act atrocious when nobody sees
And spread the disease
And spread the disease

Why can't you see!?
You belong to me!
Why can't you see!?
You belong to me!

I am a man with an invisible band
The bleeding vinyl plays our song of pain that has no end
Come taste the music whenever you please
Come taste the disease
Come taste the disease...

Post je objavljen 19.11.2017. u 16:03 sati.