Coffee makes me bite my nails. I just realized it. Anyway. Im in love with ‘A bad dream’ by Keane. The live version more, i guess. I read somewhere that the lyrics were inspired or whatever from a poem of Yeats’s. So i read the poem. And i loved that too. So im gonna post it here. It has a feeling to it. That i like.
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
by W. B. Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.