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"Why did you become a cop? Shut the fuck up."
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Alkaline Trio"See, Im so far off the map, the sun is shining, while its raining and Im draped in silver lining."
Alkaline Trio is an American punk rock band formed in Chicago, in 1996. The band consists of Matt Skiba, Dan Andriano and Tosh Peterson (drums).
"Why did you become a cop? Shut the fuck up."
"Choking on a thought of leaving, drinking to keep from sobbing."
"If that sunshines really gonna kill us all, why is every day so cold? Why is everything so fucking cold?"
"And I dont care if we fuck or we talk or we cry, I just miss you. I wanna kiss you to death tonight."
"Its hell and it gets worse, you know. How many more days am I gonna wake up when theres no place I wanna go?"
"You keep staring to your future, through these marvel lights they show everything youre never ever gonna have. Thats a giant pill, but swallow if you can."
"Now Art, used collectively for painting, sculpture, architecture and music, is the mediatress between, and reconciler of, nature and man. It is, therefore, the power of humanizing nature, of infusing the thoughts and passions of man into everything which is the object of his contemplation."
"The Good consists in the congruity of a thing with the laws of the reason and the nature of the will, and in its fitness to determine the latter to actualize the former: and it is always discursive. The Beautiful arises from the perceived harmony of an object, whether sight or sound, with the inborn and constitutive rules of the judgment and imagination: and it is always intuitive."
"I believe that the unity of man as opposed to other living things derives from the fact that man is the conscious life of himself. Man is conscious of himself, of his future, which is death, of his smallness, of his impotence; he is aware of others as others; man is in nature, subject to its laws even if he transcends it with his thought."
"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"
"All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing."
"Taste is the intermediate faculty which connects the active with the passive powers of our nature, the intellect with the senses; and its appointed function is to elevate the images of the latter, while it realizes the ideas of the former."