"If a white man can use a coloured man's heart after death, can he sit on the same park bench with him when both are living?" (Leach E. 1967)

"I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me" (Vedder 1995)

"Seeing is not all that there is to believing: belief determines the significance of what is seen", (Miller J. in "The Heart" 2007: 48,49)

"I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure" (Cave 2001)

"Oh dear dad, can you see me now? I am myself, like you somehow.", (Vedder 1991)

"Truth belongs to everybody", (RHCP 1995)

"[...] why complain of the grief of absence? Union lies hidden in absence As the light of dawn lies hidden in the darkness of the night." (Hafiz)

"[I]t's a fool looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart.", (Ulysses Everett McGill in O Brother, Where Art Thou, 2000)

"Ideas are great to the degree that they are feasible", (Gramsci 2007 [1975])

"They let what is not yet present arrive into presencing [...] the bursting of the blossom in the bloom wherever man opens his eyes and ears, unlocks his heart, and gives himself over to meditating and striving, shaping and working, entreating and thanking, he finds himself everywhere already brought into the unconceald.", (Heidegger 1977)

"[...] Punk rock had set everybody free in terms of saying, 'everyone's got the tools to do this' [...]", (Gossard, summer/fall vol 3: issue 1; 2008)

"Stupidity has a knack of getting its way; as we should see if we were not always so much wrapped up in ourselves", (Camus 2004 [1947]: 36)

"Always home but so far away [...] Escape is never, the safest path", (Vedder 1993)

"be the one that you are and you're welcome like a hooker in church", (Norgren D. 2008)

"I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired" (Veder 1993)

"[...] the seeing eye is an organ of tradition.", (Price 2001 [1989]: 22)

"Thirty miles The world unfolds, Thirty miles a pot of gold", (P.J. Harvey)

30

Over my body the shadows played
It wasn't night and it wasn't day
Counting something what have I found
Thirty diamonds in my hand

Thirty miles
The world unfolds
Thirty miles
A pot of gold

I often think of America
I often dream of shooting a gun
Thirty years I'm still a child
Looking for something in a smile

Thirty miles
The world unfolds
Thirty miles
A pot of gold

Listen here in my song
Thirty miles won't be long

Thirty diamonds
Birds of fire
Sparkle like the summer sky
Thirty diamonds
Thirty miles
Looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something in your smile
I'm looking for something

P.J. HARVEY

Sretan rodjendan buraz! Dobro dos'o u starohane.

"vi grälade bara lite grann, sen låg vi med varann", (Sundström B. 2005)

"in my dream i live it mighty good, i'm prince i'm a king i'm a warrior, and im doing things right, all the time" (Roberge M. 2004)

"Man blir sentimental av ingenting", (Thåström 2005)

"kanske kan vi finna den skatt som varit gömd ett litet ord en mening som någon av oss glömt i botten på glaset", Bo Kaspers Orkester