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Van Occupanther

I am loving the songs that I am finding during this winter break. You have to check this one out. Its somewhere along Indie/rock or Folk/Rock. 😀

I must be careful now in my steps
Years of calculations and the stress
My science is waiting, nearly complete
One glass will last for nearly a week

Let me not get down from walking with no-one
and if I stumble from exhaustion
These buckets are heavy, I fill them with water
I could ask these people, but I shouldn’t bother

Oh no, I’ve stumbled, was I going too fast?
Some get angry, some of them laugh
They told me I wouldn’t, but I found an answer
I’m Van Occupanther, I’m Van Occupanther!

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time

Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
and stay out of sight for a long time


The imagery!

Over the way lights went on; far down the block the crash was heard, and pedestrians rushed up wonderingly; upstairs a tired man awoke from the edge of sleep and a little girl whimpered in a haunted doze. And all over the moonlit sidewalk around the still, black form, hundreds of prisms and cubes and splinters of glass reflected the light in little gleams of blue, and black edged with yellow, and yellow, and crimson edged with black.

The Cut-Glass Bowl, F. Scott Fitzgerald 


So pretty, isn’t it? Its one of the best last lines of a story that I have read so far. Every time I read this I fall in love with Fitzgerald all over.


Its very similar to standing at the brink of the horizon,
Knowing I may fall into this abyss but not even a faint scent Of the lingering fear that should consume me but isn’t.
I feel like every thing is blending in together;
The Sun and the Moon
The Light and the Dark
The Sky and the Sea
The living and the dead.

The real and the fantasy.

Photo credits © Rivers to the Sky by Romantiquated



I’ve remained honest in my ways.
Stayed true to my beliefs.
Worked hard to get where I wanted to.
Virtuous became me.
On what grounds do you question my beliefs?
On what basis do you call me evil?

You call me evil, because I am not on your side.
But to me your half is as evil as mine is good.

© Faun by AkiMao