Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.
quote by Horace Greeley
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You can sort of be married, you can sort of be divorced, you can sort of be living together, but you can't sort of have a baby.
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No Name #3
We arrived too late
Our mouths were opening
I turned off the light
So come on night
You're a witness you
You've seen me interrupt
A good old fashioned fight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Watched the dying day
Blushing in the sky
Everyone is uptight
So come on night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
I know we're not
Illegitimate
In our hearing
So come on
So come on night
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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A Man Of Oblivion
Oblivion is my refuge and
It`s worth a life`s deductions.
From the day my life sprang up
From the mercy of the Creator
My oblivion has been my pal beloved.
Oblivion is my strength and
It`s nothing less than a grace.
Transferring my pains and woes
Into its inner chambers my entity triumphs
And my ego surges forward.
My oblivion has two phases-
One is of my life haunted by myself,
The other is of my life ravaged by time.
As the lilies fade out the former does and
As the islands in the Pacific submerge does the latter.
What is an oblivion of your kind?
Do you ever make such deductions?
As a new stream of new pathos rushes
To run along the abode of your oblivion,
Do you know the bliss you scale down?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Waiting To Die
Look at the madness
It's out of control
It's feeding your sadness
And eating you soul
You're feeling so lonely
You're not very strong
You wait for the curtain
It's taking too long
You find you go nowhere
You're very confused
Swearing you're happy
It's just self abuse
You can think of 20 zillion places
you could be
If you could go
You cannot escape because
the world is watching you
And the know!!!
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Your drowning in sadness
You pray it's a dreams
Impossibly tragic
You silently scream
You might want the world to be as
miserable as you
That would be cruel
But lies and self-fulfilling prophecies
are all you have
You're just a fool
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Ahhh
Kills you
You waste away
Your eyes
You die afraid
Do you lie
Can you make it thru another day
of nothingness
Do you feel another minute is impossible
Can you fake another hour of "I'm doing fine!"
Dan you handle the emtombment of you soul
Ooooh!!
You thinking you're better
But it's not what it seems
Come off of you "Soma"
And see what I mean
Hell is not anywhere
It's all in your mind
Dragging you thru time
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal Oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Living in misery
No better company
Why should I try
Fetal Oblivion
Riding around the sun
Waiting to die
Ride, ride, ride till I die!!!
Ahhh
Kills you
You waste away
Do you cry?
Do you have anyone to tell you "no"?
Can you hide the total darkness of your soul?
Oooh
song performed by by Zebra
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Apathy 83
(ian hunter)
Standin on the edge of vesuvius - my mouth is runnin dry
Drunk on wine & wisdom - giving it all away
Old enough to hate tomorrow - young enough not to know where to run
Oh there aint no rockn roll no more - just the music of the young
Apathy for the devil apathy for the devil
Apathy for the devil ,n apathy for the son.
The moon shines brightly on some summer lawn -
And envy caught like a leaf
Comes floating down upon this frozen desert sand -
Spitting bullets through the night
The siren wails on the ambulance - compassion touches my head n it bleeds
There aint no rockn roll no more just the sickly sound of greed.
And its apathy for the devil and its apathy for the devil
And its apathy for the devil n apathy for the creed
No more gardens for the gardenless - no more - havens for the havenless
No more helpers for the helplessness - no more - somethings for a less
For the law is now the lawless
n the flaw is now the flawless
n the crime is now accepted
n the criminal respected
n now evil gets elected
n now sinful get selected
Heed a president proven rotten now officially forgotten
Was it your general sheridan who once said the only good, good man is a dead good man.
It was not me babe
I just said keep your head n your bread well down under them floorboards
n you - you look like you gone with the wind
Running naked through the streets
Wired out - tired out - transcendental mental - only laughing in your sleep
Nostalgia is starting to focus too late, imagination is starting to itch
There aint no rockn roll no more just the music of the rich
n its apathy for the devil n its apathy for the devil
n its apathy for the devil apathys at fever pitch
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Sullen Girl
Days like this, I dont know what to do with myself.
All day - and all night.
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself.
I need fuel - to take flight -
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl.
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl -
And left an empty shell of me.
And theres too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
Its calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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After living in LA for 8 years, I sort of wanted a change, but there's not much production in New York, which is where I primarily live, so I just sort of drifted over to London.
quote by Alex Winter
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It was sort of that in-between area when people don't talk about their personal lives. That's the kind of life I think Kerry would be living now if it weren't for the Lopez character sort of outing her.
quote by Laura Innes
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God of Apathy
God of Apathy
Cson
June 20,2004
4: 22am
The God of Apathy has risen
numbed by the emotions felt.
All these years he had liven
unclear of why he's sent.
In the world of love and hate
mortals rise and mortals fell.
Apathetic God controls his fate
Succumbed in the fires of hell.
A stalker in the darkness of night.
Preying on the innocent reality.
Luring his victims with fright
deep into his realm of insanity.
Where cries of the exploited heard.
Tormented souls of the slain.
Ruler of all his tortured herd.
Playing God on the other plane.
Satisfied with sweet fantasy,
thus condemned the love of life.
Cloaking his emotions with apathy.
The God that rules over the night.
poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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The curse of me & my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.
quote by Ezra Pound
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The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.
The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 3 My Forced Apathetic love
I try and not care, but its hard not to be close...
your empathy
doesn't cancel my apathy
because you know what i don't care...
This kind of love I've never known but it my heart wont last
i won't make it through even if i redo this event in the past
your stars they left long ago
now without your song my joy has turned to woe
I just want to let my feelings out!
if there are any left, this possibility i doubt
come back stars i need you
but you keep me guessing, i don't know if you need me too
with my apathy even when asked about myself i stutter who?
poem by David Knox
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Neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Discovered love,
In the rancid days of ruin
My bodys sweatin toxins,
Of my own demise
Only from space, can you see
How much earth is burning
Smokin out the innocense inside
The child
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
Neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--and Im trancing
Man wallows in his insatiable greed
More in the answer that sweats
From desparate palms
Turn on the lies, the secrets,
Of our desolation,
Or be smothered, by the red hot core
Its the age of destruction,
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer--Im trancing
Trancing
Trancing
And Im trancing
Denied love in the age of ruin
Suicide toxins of my own demise
In cyberspace, you know how much
The earth aint learning
Smoking out the man, inside the child--yeah
Its the age of destruction
In a world of corruption
Its the age of destruction
And they hand us oblivion
The neuromancer and Im trancing
Im the neuromancer and Im trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer--trancing
Neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer
Age of destruction
Age of oblivion
Age of destruction
Age of the neuromancer
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Oblivion
it's real sick
the state of the world today
it's real thick
to come up and find a way
solution
the next time you're alone
you can
create a world of your own
make it magic
give it love
make it all you're dreaming of
everybody
in my underwear
sometimes I visit there
oblivion
ignorance is bliss
don't know nothing but this
oblivion
forget
bounce from right to left
here with the broken hearted
let's get this party started
lalalalalala
I eat my marimbas
oblivion
I tingle when I sing
bling bling bling ting ting
oblivion
forget
bounce from right to left
here with the broken hearted
let's get this party started
it's tempting to pack up your throne
move in
make this magic place your home
but nobody else can go
you'll be forever all alone
forget
bounce from right to left
no longer broken hearted and I don't know when it started
oblivion
song performed by by Macy Gray from The ID
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I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.
quote by Billy Corgan
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Madness Your Name Oblivion Your Fame
You’re the king of the tribes asleep in the tomb
Plethora of darkness and lights of the womb
Your memory will cast but cast to whom
Madness your name oblivion your fame
Until the dawns rise up to the sky
All unheard of nameless painfully cry
In flames of passion that peacefully die
Madness your name oblivion your fame
The mountain peaks into mountains crash
Cracking rocks roll and bottom smash
Black earth devoured black earth ash
Madness your name oblivion your fame
Till you become heart piercing flash
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Wraith
"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?"
—Surely it is not I she's wanting;
Someone living here before—
"Nobody's in the house but me:
You may come in if you like and see."
Thin as thread, with exquisite fingers,—
Have you seen her, any of you?—
Grey shawl, and leaning on the wind,
And the garden showing through?
Glimmering eyes,—and silent, mostly,
Sort of a whisper, sort of a purr,
Asking something, asking it over,
If you get a sound from her.—
Ever see her, any of you?—
Strangest thing I've ever known,—
Every night since I moved in,
And I came to be alone.
"Thin Rain, hush with your knocking!
You may not come in!
This is I that you hear rocking;
Nobody's with me, nor has been!"
Curious, how she tried the window,—
Odd, the way she tries the door,—
Wonder just what sort of people
Could have had this house before . . .
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Voluntary Oblivion
Roaming free in voluntary oblivion
away from a life of imposed opinion.
There is not much to say,
but more to do.
Let us eradicate races
and look deeper into people's faces.
The eyes speak
and the mouth dries up the tongue sometimes.
Blindness creates worlds of words in rhymes
and once upon a time we had good times.
She sees images and experiences auditory hallucinations
she rummages to find the slightest inspiration.
There was once a loss
a terrible and tragic loss.
A traumatizing, disturbing, and shocking loss.
There was once a loss
a loss for words.
There was once a loss of all human emotion
there was once a destitution
of all responsive inclination.
There was once a loss
of the father of them all, imagination.
There was once apathy
just as there once was telepathy.
There was once a time where eyes showed no desire
and there was only the faces all of them different
all of them tasteless ablaze and perspired.
Pleasure is jaded and coiled up and driving about
the hallowed roads into insinuated profanity.
Heaven's illusion has taken us all down
to the mistress of mystery and insanity.
There could be oneness in the delusion.
There could be friendship in the intrusion.
There could be gaps
but all in all, it is really just a load of crap.
A trap disguised as an X on a treasure map.
How lovely would it be to sleep on my lap
as the day drifts and the burden lifts?
Shoulders can only hold so much,
boulders can only be lifted by touch.
Where is my muse and what happened to the way I used to write?
Where is my muse and what happened to enjoying those sleepless nights?
I'm not amused, and I thought of a fight - but you forgot that there was a loss.
There was once a terrible and tragic loss.
There was once apathy,
and I receive no more of your messages through telepathy.
I am not amused
and you are not my muse.
poem by Natasha Hochar
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I Don't Know And I Don't Care
Why does the sunset in the west?
And why does my heart keep beating in my chest?
What ever happened to the Duke of Earl?
I got a PBS mind in a MTV world.
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey, I don't know, I don't care.
Ambivalent, well, yes and no.
Hey where did all the hippies go?
Our conversation sounds like actors' lines.
Is it time for your medication or mine?
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey I don't know, I don't care.
Therapy is extremely expensive.
Poppin' bubblie wrap is radically cheap.
You choose which one helps with your problem.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
Sandy beaches in distant reaches
And oh those lovely Georgia peaches.
It's never too much and never too late
To pack your bags and get out of state.
Is it ignorance or apathy
The worried will all disagree.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hell, I don't know and I don't care.
If you're looking for a quote from me
I'll be under the mango tree.
Just can't say how I'll get there
Hey, I don't know and I don't care.
I don't know and I don't' care.
I don't know and I don't care.
At his beach house on the moon.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Lament Of Loneliness...
Course, it's no good telling you...
I mean, you don't care... You don't really, really care...
You're the busy one, the achiever...
The so-called 'successful' one...
I'm just here ter make up the numbers!
Sort of in the way every now and then...
Sort of here, but invisible...
Sort of 'Oh! Hello! ' then 'Goodbye! ' No, you can't kid me!
I've seen it all before! I know when I'm being tolerated...
Grudgingly accepted, that's what I am!
Sort of here, but nobody cares...
Yeah, I'm still here, having me little moan...
Not that folks fret about what I want, or need or even dream about...
Nope, I'm the one 'On Me Todd', just me and God, that's all...
And He doesn't talk ter me, either!
I s'pose that's fer the best, nowadays!
They'd probably lock me up if He spoke ter me
And I was foolish enough ter tell anyone!
Yeah, they'd lock me up... and yet... I'm already a prisoner...
A prisoner of loneliness...
poem by Denis Martindale
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