Month: July 2017
WE ARE NOT NEARLY SO IMPORTANT as we think we are (well… not in the prevailing way that most people imagine). We are all completely expendable — imaginarily here for a very brief time. Then the dream ends as suddenly as it began (though the only thing which really “dies” is illusion).
During this brief span that we call “life”, we play our little roles in a vast and glorious process that we are not even aware of. But we do have a choice in how we play those roles: We can either live primarily to fill our bellies and be ruled by our desires OR we can devote ourselves to serving others. The beautiful irony is that when we choose the service of others we fortuitously become fulfilled anyway! 😊 But the person who is living primarily for himself or herself cannot realise that. To such a one it appears as if “dog eat dog” — strike before you’re struck — is the only way to behave if one wants to find fulfilment. This is one of the primary delusions on the planet, for dogs who eat dogs will themselves be eaten — if only by their own inflated self. “Those who live by the sword die by the sword”.
“POWDER & LIES” – THE VIDEO by Alan Morrison. An animated video of the song, “Powder & Lies” (with lyrics), from my most recent album, “The Key”. This is about the “suits” who think they run this world (though one day they will receive a terrible shock). This EXPLOSIVE song has a 7-piece band, including 2 backing singers. CRANK UP THE VOLUME so the whole universe hears it! Credits at end of video. Please share!
Read the lyrics for “Powder & Lies”
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #27: “…and Joy”. Here’s a new “living-room” video of a song I just wrote, entitled “…and Joy”. Designed to inspire and encourage, it speaks especially to those who may feel lost and alone. It comes with love from me to you… Feel free to share.
(Click on the link below the video to read the lyrics)
Caught in confusion;
obscured from the Sun.
Can’t see your stars stain the sky.
Then we narrow our scope
and we forfeit our hope;
thus allowing our vision to die.
When fear misleads us;
sucks us into its dark
numbed by the ice in our veins.
Then we think we’re alone.
Cannot find our way home.
Wrapped around us: our own self-made chains.
Further into obscurity he goes;
far from the madding crowd he overthrew.
The myst’ry of this life’s arpeggios
has cauterized his earthly field of view.
There’s nothing left to be or to extol
(apart from things which cannot now be seen).
Now knowing who he is and what’s his role,
he exited the room and The Machine.