September 24, 2013

The Flaming Lips - My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion

"Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
        Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
        And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
        Among the river sallows, borne aloft
            Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
        Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
        The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
           And gathering swallows twitter in the skies." - An excerpt from John Keats's poem, "To Autumn."
The Flaming Lips - My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion. Source: YouTube channel YCSMusic2.