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Stavo seduto sul mio ramo ad ascoltare attentamente
le cazzate che andava dicendo la gente
impietrito sul mio ramo rimanevo ad ascoltare la gente
bugie, menzogne, nulla d'intelligente.
Inorridito spiegai le ali e mi alzai in volo
per andare lontano da questo luogo.
schifato per mezzo delle ali mi allontanai dal suolo
per staccarmi maggiormente da questo mondo.
Finalmente riuscii a provare quella sensazione unica
liberandomi dall'umana stupidità.
fui finalmente libero di riscontrare qualche novità
senza imbattermi nella solita mediocrità.
Vasily Biserov
I was sitting on my branch listening carefully
the bullshit people were saying
petrified on my branch I remained listening to people
lies, lies, nothing intelligent.
Horrified, I spread my wings and took off
to go away from this place.
disgusted by the wings, I turned away from the ground
to detach me more from this world.
Finally I managed to feel that unique feeling
freeing me from human stupidity.
I was finally free to find some news
without encountering the usual mediocrity.
Vasily Biserov
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Figuratively and literally. I have three months of mediocrity in my folders, poor planning and bad luck mostly so nothin' new. I'm leaving for AZ and Texas on Friday and my work is trying to pack two weeks work into one so I'm sleeping in, getting home late which means no Flickr. Probably will be backed up when I return too so I'll be back asap.
One more from Sun Lakes. It's nice when you are already someplace beautiful when you get a great sunset. :-)
Constant creativity and innovation are essential to combat visual mediocrity :-)
Jerry Uelsmann
HMM! Ukraine Matters!
prunus sargentii, japanese flowering cherry, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
Put on your blindfold
And a dress that's tight
And come with me
On a mystery night
Open your eyes
Follow our stars under a painted sky
We'll leave the world behind
We're learning to fly
We used to get by
Forget the pictures on your TV screen
We'll steal the visions
That you keep for your dreams
You can turn me on
I was blind and I saw the light
My angel coming
In a brilliant white
Shine for me
You've been hanging from a rope of mediocrity
Strung up by your insecurities
You can shine for me
Somebody has to
Shine for me
It's difficult not to
Shine for me
Follow our stars under a painted sky
We'll leave the world behind
We're learning to fly
We used to get by
Forget the pictures on your TV screen
We'll steal the visions
That you keep for your dreams
You can turn me on
You've been hanging from a rope of mediocrity
Strung up by your insecurities
You can shine for me
Somebody has to
Shine for me
It's difficult not to
Shine for me
Somebody has to
Shine for me
It's difficult not to
Shine for me
It is the same in painting: thousands can use brushes and colours with tolerable manipulative skill who never yet produced a picture, and never will :-)
A. H. Wall
HBW! HGGT! Justice Matters!
j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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Tune:
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I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands
my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And every stop is neatly planned
for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me,
the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me
in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting silently for me.
Silently for me.
Simon And Garfunkel
“In life you should never give up, surrender to mediocrity, but out of that 'grey area' in which everything is habits and passive resignation, we must cultivate the courage to rebel.”R.L.Montalcini--->
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The commonplace is also beautiful.
I like how the mirror lens bokeh simplifies and abstracts chicory flowers in the background. Might've said it before, but I no longer think of these lenses as flawed. They more just have a certain set of features that are sometimes advantageous and sometimes not.
Since I've previously quipped that "Mirror lenses resolve nothing," I feel like I should set the record straight.
Is this a great lens for wildlife photography? Still no! (Though it's surprising what some people do with them.)
As an art lens, on the other hand, I think certain mirror lenses have great potential.
So a somewhat overlooked lens for a commonplace subject… I don't think it's necessarily a recipe for mediocrity.
Does this image demonstarte that? Everyone who views this will be the judge of that.
— Theodore Tollefson @thetollart
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"When equality is the aim, mediocrity is the result; when excellence is the aim, equality finds its true place."
- Dr. Idel Dreimer
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and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them ;-)
Joseph Heller
the only way to truly appreciate the immensity of the dunes at Great Sand Dunes National Park, Colorado is to include people the size of ants in the image ;-)
“Our sadness won’t be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we see before us, melancholy at an awareness of how seldom we are sufficiently blessed to encounter anything of its kind. The flawless object throws into perspective the mediocrity that surrounds it. We are reminded of the way we would wish things always to be and of how incomplete our lives remain.”
― Alain de Botton
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Interestingness 102: 12-6-2008
Mr. Brown Pelican frequently avers his support of democracy and his love of freedom. But one need only look at what Mr. Pelican is doing -- as opposed to what he is saying -- to understand his true aims. Without a doubt, however, I have reason to believe that he is about to promote mediocrity over merit. Nevertheless, the indications are there that Mr. Pelican never tires of trying to extinguish fires with gasoline. He presumably hopes that the magic formula will work some day. In the meantime, he seems to have resolved to learn nothing from experience, which tells us that his rise to power was not accomplished without a fair amount of backstabbing, skulduggery, and unanticipated and unpredictable reversals of fortune.
2019 | Christian Music Video | Hymn | English Christian Song With Lyrics "Is the World Your Place of Rest?"
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/is-the-world-your-place-o...
Introduction
I
People who live outside God's words
and flee the suffering of trial,
they’re all just drifting through the world,
like autumn leaves, blown in the wind.
They flutter here, they flutter there.
They never have a place to rest,
much less God’s words of consolation.
They’re only beggars in the streets,
outside the kingdom of heaven.
They’re wandering from place to place,
though God’s chastisement and refinement
don’t ever follow them.
Can you be sure the world’s your place of rest?
Can you smile with ease in this world
if you’ve avoided God’s chastisement?
And can you use your fleeting joy
to cover up the empty feeling in your heart
that cannot be concealed?
You can fool anyone in your family,
yet you can never fool God.
II
Because your faith is all too weak,
you’ve not seen joys that life can offer.
God urges you to be sincere
and spend half your life for His sake.
It’s better than living your whole life
in mediocrity, in labor for the flesh,
enduring all the suffering and pain
that man can hardly bear.
Can you be sure the world’s your place of rest?
Can you smile with ease in this world
if you’ve avoided God’s chastisement?
And can you use your fleeting joy
to cover up the empty feeling in your heart
that cannot be concealed?
You can fool anyone in your family,
yet you can never fool God.
What purpose does it serve to love yourself so much
and flee from God’s chastisement?
What purpose does it serve to shun His brief chastening
and reap shame, punishment forever?
Can you be sure the world’s your place of rest?
Can you smile with ease in this world
if you’ve avoided God’s chastisement?
And can you use your fleeting joy
to cover up the empty feeling in your heart
that cannot be concealed?
You can fool anyone in your family,
yet you can never fool God.
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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Simon & Garfunkel
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0oJ8_VTu3c
I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket to my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escapin'
Home where my music's playin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Silently for me
Every day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Makapu'u Point Lighthouse is located on the windward coast, in the southeast corner of Oahu Island in the Hawaiian archipelago. It has become a tourist attraction with a well kept trail of about 2.5 miles from the parking lot to the lighthouse and back. We spotted several humpback whales while we were there.
Quote Of The Day:
"True education makes for inequality; the inequality of individuality, the inequality of success, the glorious inequality of talent, of genius; for inequality, not mediocrity, individual superiority, not standardization, is the measure of the progress of the world." Felix E. Schelling (1858-1945)
Maybe, out there somewhere,
the possibility of fear; the wall
that might tumble down, because it's for sure
that behind it is the sea.
Not fear.
Fear has a countenance;
It's external, concrete,
like a rifle, a shot bolt,
a suffering child,
like the darkness that's hidden
in every human mouth.
Not fear.
Maybe only the brand
of the offspring of fear.
It's a narrow, interminable street
with all the windows darkened,
a thread spun out from a sticky hand,
friendly, yes, not a friend.
It's a nightmare
of polite ritual wearing a frightwig.
Not fear.
Fear is a door slammed in your face.
I'm speaking here of a labyrinth
of doors already closed, with assumed
reasons for being, or not being,
for categorizing bad luck
or good, bread, or an expression
— tenderness and panic and frigidity - for the children
growing up.
And the silence.
And the cities, sparkling, empty.
and the mediocrity, like a hot
lava, spewed out over
the grain, and the voice, and the idea.
It's not fear.
The real fear hasn't come yet.
But it will.
It's the doublethink
that believes peace is only another movement.
And I say it with suspicion, at the top of my lungs.
And it's not fear, no.
It's the certainty
that I'm betting, on a single card,
the whole haystack I've piled up,
straw by straw, for my fellow man.
Rafael Guillen
Words for these troubled times. Thank you for your visit I hope you enjoy. :-)
Probably will be my only train pic for September so here it is in all its mediocrity. While waiting to board VRE 303 yesterday afternoon, I ran into CSX M30123 heading south down the RF&P Sub. Luckily for me, they were on the far track and thus avoided the quickly-falling shadows by mere inches. This day's M301 consisted entirely of loaded garbage flats, with two crusty looking GEs providing power. With the VRE and Amtrak evening rush quickly approaching, they would hold at Springfield for a couple of hours until traffic cleared up. The location here is the Crystal City VRE station.
„One of the greatest proofs of mediocrity is not knowing how to recognize the superiority of others.“ — Jean-Baptiste Say
Continuing the chase of Pan Am train NMWA-13 I couldn't really find another side shot so figured I'd do one of the signature shots in the area. When I arrived at the US Route 2 overpass looking east toward the old granite milepost denoting 73 miles Mattawamkeag and the out of service automatic signal the light was simply spectacular.
I was a bit dejected knowing that the nose door was going to be open marring what would otherwise be a perfect shot, one good enough to redeem the otherwise endless string of failure and mediocrity over the prior day and a half.
As they curled into view at their blistering 10 mph pace something totally unexpected happened. Having seen me up on the overpass the conductor got up from his seat and went down to the nose and closed the front door for me! With the temps still in the mid 90s there was no other reason. He gave me a big smile and wave as he passed and I mouthed a grateful and exaggerated Thank You and proffered a thumbs up.
This would happen time and again and with only one exception the nose door would be closed for me at the following seven spots until my chase came to an unexpected and abrupt end...but more on that later!
I wish I knew the names of this crew on this 9 AM Waterville extra because I truly owe them a beer or three. Finally in the 11th hour of my District One adventure they made it all worth it...because I will never get a second chance before the Pan Am flag falls.
Here again I present the trio of MEC 510, 316, and 7545 (a GP40-2LW, GP40, and C40-8 respectively) with their 4261ft long train of 59 loads and 4 empties.
Carmel, Maine
Saturday May 14, 2022
“Push yourself to do more and to experience more. Harness your energy to start expanding your dreams. Yes, expand your dreams. Don't accept a life of mediocrity when you hold such infinite potential within the fortress of your mind. Dare to tap into your greatness.”
― Robin S. Sharma
Just one more wider frame from this scene that made it all worth it....I think!
Continuing the chase of Pan Am train NMWA-13 I couldn't really find another side shot so figured I'd do one of the signature shots in the area. When I arrived at the US Route 2 overpass looking east toward the old granite milepost denoting 73 miles Mattawamkeag and the out of service automatic signal the light was simply spectacular.
I was a bit dejected knowing that the nose door was going to be open marring what would otherwise be a perfect shot, one good enough to redeem the otherwise endless string of failure and mediocrity over the prior day and a half.
As they curled into view at their blistering 10 mph pace something totally unexpected happened. Having seen me up on the overpass the conductor got up from his seat and went down to the nose and closed the front door for me! With the temps still in the mid 90s there was no other reason. He gave me a big smile and wave as he passed and I mouthed a grateful and exaggerated Thank You and proffered a thumbs up.
This would happen time and again and with only one exception the nose door would be closed for me at the following seven spots until my chase came to an unexpected and abrupt end...but more on that later!
I wish I knew the names of this crew on this 9 AM Waterville extra because I truly owe them a beer or three. Finally in the 11th hour of my District One adventure they made it all worth it...because I will never get a second chance before the Pan Am flag falls.
Here again I present the trio of MEC 510, 316, and 7545 (a GP40-2LW, GP40, and C40-8 respectively) with their 4261ft long train of 59 loads and 4 empties.
Carmel, Maine
Saturday May 14, 2022
What was a day of mediocrity in terms of shots, became a little better with the final shot of the day. The green pair brought an intermodal train up from Dayton's Bluff to Midway/Union Yard and are working up the grade here at Midway.
Just another frame from this scene that made it all worth it....I think!
Continuing the chase of Pan Am train NMWA-13 I couldn't really find another side shot so figured I'd do one of the signature shots in the area. When I arrived at the US Route 2 overpass looking east toward the old granite milepost denoting 73 miles Mattawamkeag and the out of service automatic signal the light was simply spectacular.
I was a bit dejected knowing that the nose door was going to be open marring what would otherwise be a perfect shot, one good enough to redeem the otherwise endless string of failure and mediocrity over the prior day and a half.
As they curled into view at their blistering 10 mph pace something totally unexpected happened. Having seen me up on the overpass the conductor got up from his seat and went down to the nose and closed the front door for me! With the temps still in the mid 90s there was no other reason. He gave me a big smile and wave as he passed and I mouthed a grateful and exaggerated Thank You and proffered a thumbs up.
This would happen time and again and with only one exception the nose door would be closed for me at the following seven spots until my chase came to an unexpected and abrupt end...but more on that later!
I wish I knew the names of this crew on this 9 AM Waterville extra because I truly owe them a beer or three. Finally in the 11th hour of my District One adventure they made it all worth it...because I will never get a second chance before the Pan Am flag falls.
Here again I present the trio of MEC 510, 316, and 7545 (a GP40-2LW, GP40, and C40-8 respectively) with their 4261ft long train of 59 loads and 4 empties.
Carmel, Maine
Saturday May 14, 2022
It is the same in painting: thousands can use brushes and colours with tolerable manipulative skill who never yet produced a picture, and never will :-)
A. H. Wall
HBW!! HGT! Ukraine Matters! Resist the Mentally Unstable Orange Cockroach Poo Tin Puppet!
cercis, hybrid redbud, 'Big John', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Verso Arenzano , Liguria.
In tante sfumature di grigio un pensiero:
Nella vita non bisogna mai rassegnarsi, arrendersi alla mediocrità , bensì uscire da quella " zona grigia " in cui tutto è abitudine e rassegnazione passiva, ....bisogna coltivare ... il coraggio di ribellarsi ..
( Rita Levi Montalcini )
In our lives we should never resign, surrender to mediocrity, but rather go out from that " grey zone " in which everything is routine and passive resignation....we need to cultivate...the courage to rebel...
“One must not think slightingly of the paradoxical…for the paradox is the source of the thinker’s passion, and the thinker without a paradox is like a lover without feeling: a paltry mediocrity.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
I thought of calling this image set "Horizons", because each shot contains a horizon placed differently in the frame. I made this minutes after the previous posting of the house (which is in the middle here, viewed from the opposite side).
Memory says I ran around the back purposefully, set up quickly to get the shot. My RAW folder for that day tells me I'm wrong. Eight minutes passed while I got distracted by some piles of barbwire and other junk. Then I turned around, saw the buildings - like three wise men, perfect for the occasion - but there wasn't a virgin in sight. No star, either. Still, the symbolism wasn't lost on me.
And then I scrambled, because the sun was now teetering on the horizon, about to disappear, and I thought a sun star coming through one of the lower window frames would look very cool. At that point I did run to get into position, and it was there for a few seconds - and then gone. Just like that. I missed it.
So why the low horizon? When the sky is filled with storm clouds a low horizon framing often works, may even be obvious, but why frame an empty sky this way? Because it's empty! That's the point. I think that to photograph the prairie well, we have to come to terms with the vastness, the space, the distances between things. I never think about the so-called "rules" of composition; I reject the idea of rules altogether. You have to feel it. You have to be connected. You have to develop a relationship with the land, one that runs deeper than just driving up to a viewpoint, thinking "thirds!" and snapping a photo based on that. Nope. Sorry. That way lies mediocrity. I can't even say I was thinking outside the box here; truthfully, I wasn't thinking at all. But I could feel it.
Of course, not everything I feel translates well; I have a lot of outtakes. Countless. The point being that great photos are seldom the result of an intellectual construct; something else occurs, something deeper. In this case, it manifested as a sun star through a tiny window, surrounded by immense space. And I missed it. All I can do is tell you about it. Too funny!
Photographed in Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Riflessi su un portone di un edificio di 70/80 anni fa. Reflections on a door of a 70/80 year old building. Via Toscana. Bologna 2020
Fast slips the day
As faeries dance
On diamond dreams
As if by chance
Their faerie dust
They sprinkle free
With open arms
They beckon thee
To dance on diamond dreams
In purple gown
Like flower dressed
She smiles at you
A faerie gift
She takes your hand
But you resist
To dance on diamond dreams
I guess it's about never taking a chance; being afraid to go beyond your own boundaries of fear and inadequacy. It's about being content with your own comfortable mediocrity. All as your hopes fall around you like the leaves of autumn. Wow, this started out happy. lol
Gradually I became aware that Ali was leaning forward, peering at me from her position on the other side of the sofa. Then her eyes flickered back to the television, so I followed her gaze. And if you’ve been working non stop for the last forty odd years and were wondering (Ok, you probably weren’t, but run with it) whether daytime TV had improved since Eamonn Holmes was a fresh faced tea boy in the staff canteen, well, erm no, things are no better in today’s balm of mediocrity on the screen in the corner of the living room. It seemed that the latest piece of breakfast attention deficit filler had caught Ali’s attention. A crack team of hungover students with no essays to hand in until next Tuesday had apparently used the latest artificial intelligence software to create a portrait of what they declared to be the archetypal love rat. Quite how they’d done this was of about as much interest to me as it was of use to anyone else in the world, but what did rather surprise me was that the picture on the screen could have been my twin brother. Ok, perhaps my twenty years younger twin brother, but the resemblance was quite striking.
Whether this bombshell was about to change Ali’s view on our relationship remained to be discovered, so I shrunk ever so slightly in my half of the sofa and went back to examining the 3D map of the south west coast of Ireland on Google Earth, looking for interesting sea stacks in remote places. Just as all love rats surely do - in their coffee stained pyjamas at eleven in the morning. Sometimes it’s more than enough work maintaining one significant other in your life. All of that deceit seems like an awful lot of effort to me. I’d fall at the first hurdle and get my burner phones mixed up. And frankly, when you get to an age of ahem cough, you’re lucky to have one person out there who still loves you. Well she says she does anyway. Even though she’s had a tracker fitted to my car now. I consoled myself in the knowledge that half the men in the country of my current demographic look very similar to me. Quite frankly I have neither the energy nor the guile to enter a life of duplicity, so I reassured her that there was no need for alarm. At least not until the day Louise Redknapp comes knocking on the front door asking whether anyone in the house can teach her about seascape photography, that is.
So in the full knowledge that my car was under hourly surveillance, I headed out in my other vehicle, a low slung rakish sports model with a soft top, I mean an elderly red mud spattered van, and set off for the woods. It was a perfect day for the woods. Not much chance of bumping into anyone there today - I’m really not helping myself here am I? - but with a soft misty rain filling the still grey sky, here was an opportunity to try the contents of the package that had landed on the doorstep while we were on holiday in Menorca. And if you’re still dwelling on the first paragraph, no it wasn’t a bucket of Lynx Africa, guaranteed to make angels fall from the sky. It was a new filter that I’d decided to add to the armoury to try on a grungy day in the forest. With a firm intention not to meet anyone at all - including unattached ladies - I arrived at an almost completely deserted Ladock Wood, a few miles on the other side of Truro, nodded to an elderly man who appeared to have forgotten what he was doing here, said hello to a couple walking back towards the car park in the company of a very nervous looking poodle, and disappeared into the canopy, where I saw not a single soul for more than two hours.
If any wandering female with amorous intentions had decided this was the place for an assignation with a tall dark and handsome stranger, she’d have been disappointed to discover the only person in the forest was a short, balding middle aged love rat-alike, wearing a pair of sludge covered wellies, looking confused and ferreting about his backpack only to produce a circular piece of smoked glass instead of a bunch of red roses and vouchers for an all you can eat breakfast at Smokey Joe’s. She might have been equally dismayed to discover that instead of angels falling, his “bouquet” was rather more likely to have them turning pale and passing out. I think it’s fair to surmise that this wasn’t really the place for funny business. Not unless you count standing in the rain taking pictures of trees as funny business that is.
So hopefully you’re now assured that despite looking like several male members of the cast of Eastenders, which last time I watched it appeared to be a love rat merry go round, I’m not really the type for furtive shenanigans in the forest. At least not unless Louise Redknapp suddenly makes an appearance wielding a bag full of camera equipment and demanding tuition, which I accept is quite unlikely. It was difficult enough trying to find the stand of Alder trees that had caught my eye three years ago. When I did eventually stumble across them, I discounted them almost immediately. But I did like this grouping. The black mist filter did too. I wonder if those boozy science students have ever tried to create an AI photofit of an oddball in the woods. I’d probably look like him too. Mind you, don’t all photo fits look a bit like the oddball in the woods rather than the ageing Lothario?
And though i shred this song with you long ago, here´s today again, cuase i LOVE it!
Great family day ahead! YAY!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUuoteCOxuI
And here for those who can´t understand spanish :)
Today can be a great day
Think about it like that
Making the best of it or let it pass by depends on you
Give this free day the experience to be able to start
and greet it as if it would be fair day
don't let it fade , peek out and consume the whole of your life
Today can be a great day, hit it hard
Today can be a great day where everything is yet to discover
if you use it as the last one you've got
Take your instincts on a walk
and air them in the sun
and don't dose the pleasures
brim them over , if you can
If routine smashes you tell it you have enough with mediocrity
Today can be a great day, give yourself an opportunity
Today can be a great day, impossible to recover
One of a kind day, don't let it scape
everything around you is there just for you
don't look at it from the window, join the feast
Fight for what you want and don't despair if something doesn´t go so good
Today can be a great day
and tomorrow too
...
I was blind then I saw the light
My angel coming in a brilliant white
Shine for me
[Interlude]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
[Chorus]
You've been hanging from a rope of mediocrity
Strung up by your insecurities
You can shine for me
Somebody has to shine for me
It's difficult not to shine for me
...
Shine. Depeche Mode [Exciter]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTjcYUhETRs
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