Give 'em LSD.

“Madness, my sir, music produces madness.”

Laughter came from all directions, laughter of madmen. The madmen that was chained to the walls and floors and ceilings. No noise was ever more truthful.

The king left his throne, ordered his servants away.

If only I could rage my heart and walk in one day to tell you that I love you.

Tell you my deepest fears. Tell you my most precious songs. What is this fever? Where does this passion come from and where will it go?

I am talking in a manner not known to man, where has my mind gone?

This passion drives me to you.

Eddie Cochran.

Welcome to the end

The Doors - The End

Fallen from heaven, just finding his way back

The Doors - Jim Morrison

Listen

Lacrimosa (Requiem) - Mozart

Mozart's Requiem

I just love the look of them notes, written by him or not, I admire them so much. But I guess, such a composition as Requiem should be accompanied by such beautiful music writing.

A little detail I thought I should share.

A 1971 song

Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin

(it took me too long to learn to spell 'Zeppelin' to not abuse it by writing it all the time)

Jimmy Page's amazing guitar

Confused about this dizziness

Led Zeppelin - Dazed And Confused

With such a great song like this its impossible not to let your mind flow. Finding yourself psychedelic or not, music lover or not, you just have to love and appreciate this song. How it captivates your soul and turns it inside out while taking you to a ride to hell and heaven in just 7 minutes. Passion.

Peace and love.

Welcome to the new year, 2011!!!

And I give you this:

Open my mind. Lets get thinking the right way again. Stuff myself with useful information. Lets get started with my assignment. And continue, with fear and mediocrity, to another one. Cannot find the concentration abilities that I need.

Blocked mind.

If I knew how long I haven't typed on this sheet I would be saying right now: Its been x amount of time since I haven't written here so obviously you can see that the blocked mind has gone with a new one to substitute it. A better, more awake one, that is prepared to not be stressed over everything. And of course, to come up with fancy words and ways of speaking!

Do I even make sense? Do I even care? This is all but an exploration of my mind and how far I can get.

Thank you for reading!