
Bruno Zach, The Riding Crop, 1924
This Mortal Coil, Tarantula
I'm living, but I'm feeling numb Can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb And I don't know who I am This void that wells inside of me Is eroding me away I've noticed in other eyes Time's closing in But when the thunder breaks It breaks for you and me Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula The future's looking rather grim Strange black tide Decisions lie with stupid men Alone with my life That choking and the hype in me Expecting me to fall But only if I'm threatened Will the tables turn But when the thunder breaks It breaks for you and me Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula My world's under a sentence of death I was born underground But when the pressure gets too much for me I bite
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” ~ Viktor Frankl
”Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.” ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky