Uh oh. oz iz back, well at least returned back to his cyber birth place… One difference this time though, I’ve fallen for the Blogging craze phase meaning this website has been effectively hijacked by blogger.com with my old website cast in the shadow. You see I got bored of the old. Bored of writing to myself about things - I was on an isolated e-island as oziz.co.uk then was with no real connection to community. I did try, many times to create my own web community within oziz, but in the end I have come crawling back on my knees to the heart of the blog leaving my stubbornness behind.
So in farewell to index.php and in celebration of index.html I bring to you the lyrics of Redefine [WMA]- Incubus. I think this song was destined for this day and this… blog.
Imagine your brain as a
canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; KAPOW!
What are you now?
You’re the human magic marker, won’t you
please surprise my eyes?
It’s in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the colors of one
I’m sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I’m uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You’d be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can’t get it straight?
We’ve painted a picture,
now we’re drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it’s about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I’m sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I’m uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Redefine
