i love a job well done.

i love the octopi.
i love the brittles stars
and ones up in the sky.

I love music, and the formality of dogs.

I love the ocean, and how I believe that water secretly loves me.

I love the little champeen G. Sphaerica, who is doing his protist thing way down at the bottom of the ocean.

I love color, the rods in my eyes that sense it, and the light which creates it.

I love that light is the fastest thing there is.

And how humans say, "nuh-uh - I can go faster."

i love the little fish
i love the big ones, too.
i love the tasty squid
i love a giant screw
i love a giant squid
i love the whole wide world
i love the astronauts
boom de yadda
boom de yadda
boom de yadda
boom de yadda

i love the badly drawn
i love the fine art, too
i love the effort spent
i love the big wide blue
boom de nada
boom de nada

I love fresh sheets from the dryer and freshly shaven legs from the bath,, the two soft and silky together.

I love Van Morrison's Hymns to the Silence album.

On Hyndford Street

Take me back, take me way, way, way back
On Hyndford Street
Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven
On long summer nights
As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence
And carried on dreaming, in God
And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line
On sunny summer afternoons
Picking apples from the side of the tracks
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by the pylons
Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp
Going out to Holywood on the bus
And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside
Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream
In the days before rock `n' roll
Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade
Orangefield, St. Donard's Church
Sunday six bells, and in between the silence there was conversation
And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck
And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night
And jazz and blues records during the day
Also Debussy on the third programme
Early mornings when contemplation was best
Going up the Castlereagh hills
And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back
To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside
With a sense of everlasting life
And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And Really The Blues by Mezz Mezzrow
And Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River
And it's always being now, and it's always being now
It's always now
Can you feel the silence?
On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence
At half past eleven on long summer nights
As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg
And the voices whispered across Beechie River
And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence
And carried on dreaming in God.

And I love how on the album, this is immediately followed by Be Thou My Vision.

I'm going to miss albums when they're extinct.

i love the el pees
i love the caribou
i love the tape plays
and mp3s, don't you
i love the whole wide world
and all the songs in it
boom de ya da
boom neh ah duh
boom mal ah duh
boom nah ah duh suh yo