Chris Cornell Quotes

And I'm lost behind The words I'll never find And I'm left behind As seasons roll on by

We are neighbors in a modern world where proximity is relative and the threshold to our hearts moves outside time and space.

Chris Cornell: I think Pearl Jam was the band that set the perfect example. Their big video, "Jeremy," propelled them into becoming TV stars and one of the biggest rock bands on the planet, so they stopped making videos, which was proof positive that that wasn't where they wanted to be. And that made a lot of sense to me. Nirvana doing an Unplugged at the same time that they did it and making a video for "Heart-Shaped Box," that didn't make a lot of sense to me, because it seemed clear to me that Kurt was pretty disillusioned by the situation that he was being put in. It felt like, If he's so unhappy, he shouldn't be doing this kind of stuff.

You make me drop things Like all the plans I had for a life without you

Swallowing rivers belongs to the sea. When the whole thing washes away, don't run to me.

Chris Cornell. Thank you for the music. Thank you for the inspiration. Thank you for everything.

Worried moon I'm afraid of what's to come Worried moon Yeah, tell me what you know Worried moon You see further down the road Worried moon

Be yourself is all that you can do.

All you'll be you are today.

I put millions of miles Under my heels And still too close to you I feel

I Am the Highway" Pearls of swine bereft of me Long and weary my road has been I was lost in the cities Alone in the hills No sorrow or pity for the leaving I feel I am not your rolling wheels I am the highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky Friends and liars don't wait for me I'll get on all by myself I put millions of miles Under my heels And still too close to you I feel I am not your rolling wheels I am the highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky I am not your blowing wind I am the lightening I am not your autumn moon I am the night Chris Cornell (July 20, 1964 - May 18, 2017)

When everybody was, you know, pushing for multiculturalism in lead institutions, it really meant filtering a few people of color or women into university departments or newsrooms, while carrying out this savage economic assault against the working poor and, in particular, poor people of color in deindustrialized pockets of the United States. Very few of these multiculturalists even noticed. I am all for diversity, but not when it is devoid of economic justice. Cornel West has been one of the great champions, not only of the black prophetic tradition, the most important intellectual tradition in our history, but the clarion call for justice in all its forms. There is no racial justice without economic justice. And while these elite institutions sprinkled a few token faces into their hierarchy, they savaged the working class and the poor, especially poor people of color. Much of the left was fooled by the identity politics trick. It was a boutique activism. It kept the corporate system, the one we must destroy, intact. It gave it a friendly face.

Because of the tragic way that Chris Cornell’s life ended, there’s a propensity to view his story as a tragedy. That would be a mistake. Chris Cornell lived his life to the fullest. He overcame seemingly insurmountable challenges time and time again in the pursuit of a dream too enormous to fathom. He used the tools at his disposal—his one-of-a-kind voice, his guitar, and his imagination—to craft era-defining music that many turned to time and again in moments of sadness, anger, joy, anguish, fear, doubt, and love. He lifted the hearts and minds of countless people from all walks of life on nearly every continent on the planet with his unique and unparalleled artistry. He did what he loved, and along the way created a musical legacy that will endure for generations. Chris Cornell kept his promise.

Thomas Paine is America’s single great revolutionary theorist. We have produced a slew of admirable anarchists (Alexander Berkman, Emma Goldman, Dorothy Day, and Noam Chomsky), and radical leaders have arisen out of oppressed groups (Sitting Bull, Frederick Douglass, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Fannie Lou Hamer, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Cornel West, and bell hooks). But we do not have a tradition of revolutionists. This makes Paine unique.

The message of the rebel is disturbing because of the consequences of the truth he or she speaks. To accept that Barack Obama is, as Cornel West says, "a black mascot for Wall Street" means having to challenge some frightening monoliths of power and give up the comfortable illusion that the Democratic Party or liberal institutions or a single elected official can be instruments for genuine reform. To accept that nearly all forms of electronic communications are captured and stored by the government is to give up the illusion of freedom.

If you think you've won you never saw me change, the game, that we've all been playing.

respectively. Diane Claridge Dolphin and beaked whale researcher; wife and research partner of Ken Balcomb. Darlene Ketten Whale and human hearing expert; forensic pathologist, Harvard Medical School and Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution. Roger Payne First cetologist to decode and promote humpback whale song and conservation. Chris Clark Director, Bioacoustics Research Program, Cornell University Lab of Ornithology; protégé of Roger Payne.

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I’ll never forget that terrible morning on May 18, 2017. I woke up just before seven o’clock and reached for my phone. The number of push notifications that greeted my tired eyes tipped me off that something unusual had happened. I quickly typed in the passcode and was rendered speechless by the terrible news. Chris Cornell was dead.

Cleaning My Gun" You and I went deeply, you and I went far and wide You and I went gently, you and I went for a ride But somewhere in the ashes of this burning lovers' game Somehow you decided that you would find another flame And as you lay sleeping with your eyes softly shut I'll be cleaning my gun Cleaning my gun When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done You never lied to me, never said you'd be around for long But somehow I believed that you would be my only one Cause you know where I'm going, and you know where I'm coming from But now this train is slowly coming to its final destination And as you lay sleeping with your eyes softly shut I'll be cleaning my gun Cleaning my gun When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done Cleaning my gun Cleaning my gun When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done And as you lay sleeping with your eyes softly shut Know it ain't me that you're dreaming of Mother always told me love would save me from myself Daddy always said that love would take me straight to hell Sometimes they were righteous and sometimes they were oh so wrong Cause I'm cleaning my gun I'm cleaning my gun When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done Cleaning my gun Cleaning my gun When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done When heaven or hell takes this life I'll be done I'll be done Songbook (2011)

Chris’s passing affected me in a profound way that other celebrity deaths never had before. It felt like part of my own past had just been ripped away.

Chris’s eldest daughter Lily appears onstage and delivers a sage piece of wisdom her dad had imparted to her. “The most influential advice he gave me was that his success did not come from a desire for [success], it was more from a passion and an absolute love for what he did,” she said. “He reminded me often it was an added benefit, but that can never be the driving factor. My dad had a beautiful gift but the most important part of it was that he loved what he did, and he did it because he loved it.

No one sings like him anymore.

Whatsoever I've fought off became my life Just when every day seemed to greet me with a smile Sunspots have faded and now I'm doing time