Self-Portraits

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  • Impervious Indestructible Unstoppable 2 of 5

    Who’s going to save you When the stars fall from your sky And who’s going to pull you in When the tide gets too high Who’s going to hold you When you turn out the lights I won’t lie I wish that I Could be your superman tonight If somebody sent you An angel to save you What would you tell him to turn him away That your heart don’t break That your lips don’t kiss That life is just a lie That heaven don’t exist?

    - Superman Tonight, Bon Jovi
  • Impervious Indestructible Unstoppable 4 of 5

    I keep thinkin’ ’bout that summer, South Daytona Beach We never left the bed, no, we never got no sleep And I been lookin’ back and thinkin’ ’bout the way it was The way we were, we were reckless, so reckless When I was with you, baby, I was Superman Yeah, we were sky high, there was nothing better When I was with you grabbin’ that live wire Where we were Johnny and June in a ring of fire Now you’re caught up in my head like a melody Of the sweetest summer song that we used to sing Ooh, when I was with you, when I was with you.

    - Superman, Keith Urban
  • Impervious Indestructible Unstoppable 3 of 5

    Sunshine came softly a-through my a-window today Could’ve tripped out easy a-but I’ve a-changed my ways It’ll take time, I know it but in a while You’re gonna be mine, I know it, we’ll do it in style ‘Cause I made my mind up you’re going to be mine I’ll tell you right now Any trick in the book a-now, baby, all that I can find.

    - Sunshine Superman, Donovan
  • Homeless Cyclops 4

    Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake Homeless, homeless Moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake We are homeless, we are homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake And we are homeless, homeless, homeless The moonlight sleeping on a midnight lake.

    - Homeless, Paul Simon
  • Homeless Cyclops 3

    In the vast cave the Cyclopes were forging iron—Brontes and Steropes and bare-limbed Pyracmon. They had a thunderbolt, which their hands had shaped, like the many that the Father hurls down from all over heaven upon earth, in part already polished, while part remained unfinished. Three shafts of twisted hail they had added to it, three of watery cloud, three of ruddy flame and the winged South Wind; now they were blending into the work terrifying flashes, noise, and fear, and wrath with pursuing flames. Elsewhere they were hurrying on for Mars a chariot and flying wheels, with which he stirs upmen and cities; and eagerly with golden scales of serpents were burnishing the awful aegis, armour of wrathful Pallas, the interwoven snakes, and on the breast of the goddess the Gorgon herself, with neck severed and eyes revolving.

    - Virgil, Aeneid 8.424–438
  • Homeless Cyclops 2

    Then [Gaia] bore the Cyclopes, who have very violent hearts, Brontes (Thunder) and Steropes (Lightning) and strong-spirited Arges (Bright), those who gave thunder to Zeus and fashioned the thunderbolt. These were like the gods in other regards, but only one eye was set in the middle of their foreheads;[57] and they were called Cyclopes (Circle-eyed) by name, since a single circle-shaped eye was set in their foreheads. Strength and force and contrivances were in their works.

    - Hesiod, Theogony 139–146
  • Homeless Cyclops 1

    We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.

    - Rockin' In The Free World, Neil Young
  • Self-Portrait XXXIV

    Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

    - The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters, Ovid
  • Self-Portrait XXVI

    There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

    - Ovid
  • Self-Portrait XXXIII

    Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

    - Ovid