A Call to Arms - Urbandub

A Call To Arms - Urbandub

I see your face your face so tired and weary

From battles fought lost and won

You take your chances fuck the consequence

Dive right in with no regrets, no regrets

Theres no point to keep your head faced down

When all we see and know and feel is temporary

Spread your arms and keep your head held high

Good things are better taken in

The less you notice

Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh

Witness to a city that never sleeps

Where sins are made and buried

Doesn't matter how deep or hidden

Its always always there

Hold back the tears, there’s little reprieve

If you show you are weak

You’re accepting deafeat

Pick up the pieces and dust yourself off

The banner away

Theres no point to keep your head faced down

When all we see and know and feel is temporary

Spread your arms and keep your head held high

Good things are better taken in

The less you notice

Heaven, won’t wait

So don’t hold back

Don’t waste another minute

Carry all the weight

Cuz you think you’ve got no worth

I’ll be happy come the momment

You’ve guessed it all

This is your call to arms

So take it in all your desire

Heaven won’t wait so don’t hold back

Now take it all

Theres no point to keep your head faced down

When all we see and know and feel is temporary

(Carry all the weight

Cuz you think you’ve got no worth)

Spread your arms and keep your head held high

Good things are better taken in

The less you notice

(I’ll be happy come the momment

You’ve guessed it all)

Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh

Witness to a city that never sleeps

Where sins are made and buried

Doesn't matter how deep or hidden

Its always always there

Always always there

Always always there

Poem of the Week

Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

Biography

Pablo Neruda was born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto in Parral, Chile on July 12, 1904. His mother died just weeks later, and his father discouraged his affinity for poetry, which he had displayed since the age of ten. His family’s disapproval drove the young Basoalto to write under the pseudonym of Pablo Neruda, which he officially adopted in 1946. Neruda was married three times, although Chile did not officially recognize his second marriage. Although his published poetry was widely respected by the time he reached age twenty, Neruda found it necessary to follow his budding political career to Asia in order to make a living. In Europe in the 1930’s he became involved in Communism , which would influence his later political actions as well as much of his poetry. In 1946 he successfully campaigned in Chile for the regime of Gabriel Gonzalez Videla, but he soon publicly expressed displeasure with Videla’s presidency and was forced to flee his homeland for several years. Neruda was able to return to Chile in 1952, finally both wealthy and widely respected. In 1971 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature . He died of cancer at age 69 on September 23, 1973. By that time he was recognized as a national hero and the greatest Latin American poet of the twentieth century.