tune of the moment.., ~what are you listening to? Options

[DivA]

~it's been awhile since i posted one of these; to those that know me, one of my passions is music - the power of sound is an amazing thing if composed right...since there are lots of new faces present, me thinks this is a good way of learning everyones' particular tastes..

keep in mind* - 1 tune per post, & if you wish to comment on your selection, then feel free to do so - music is known to bring worlds together; ok, time to start this one off proper..

kamaya painters : endless wave
~an impressive instrumental european dance track that cannot help but fill one's soul with thoughts of crystal dreams; very inspirational for dancing..

[Marn]

My favorite band. Streetlight Manifesto. *points to sig*

Streetlight Manifesto - Here's to Life
Lyrics:

How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right?
When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine,
we go drinking from time to time.
And I find it gets harder every time.

Back off,
but you're out on the street again.
Don't you stop,
did you know you couldn't swim.
Back off
until you're out on the street again.
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way i'll win.

Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
and I find it gets harder every time.
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
placed his face in between the two and sighed. Here's to life!

Back off,
but you're out on the street again.
Don't you stop,
did you know you couldn't swim.
Back off,
until you're out on the street again.
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win.

Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
Just when the world was looking for you
to write anything that meant anything,
you told us you were through.
And it's been years since you passed away
but I see no plaque, and I see no grave,
and I can't help believing that you wanted it that way

And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
and who was there to break your fall?
We're guilty, one and all.
And I don't know much, but I do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel fist.
But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.

And it makes me sick when I think of it
all my heroes could not live with this.
And I hope you rest in peace because because with us you never did.
And you were much too young,
and you changed my life,
but I draw the line at suicide.
So here's to life!