Dry as you are, crippled leaves, snipped at your prime no longer breathes
Your fragrance is faint to my nose, wish I could paint what no longer grows
Where you stood is a mystery to me, the dead carnation is all I see
I'm beginning to understand
I'm getting wiser every day
This country is not United and the Kingdom's past away
Shall we start all over again, I don't know, I don't know
Bleaching light of the moon, clears just streets into my room
The dark cloak of paranoia feels warm just to annoy you
Stop longing for how it used be, stop looking for how it's gonna be
I'm beginning to understand
I'm getting wiser every day
This country is not United and the Kingdom's past away
Shall we start all over again, I don't know, I don't know
The keys is timing, don't do what they want
No matter what you're revealing, don't do what they want.
Don't get low , don't let go
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Friday, 22 May 2009
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Not too late to find LOST
http://www.christianitytoday.com/bc/features/webexclusives/nottoolatetofindlost.html?start=1
"Lost has rewarded sustained attention, not least by posing questions that keep viewers thinking about the show between episodes..."
"...Still more captivating than the mysterious island are the capricious and conflicted characters stranded on it. Despite having one of the largest casts in television, and a richly diverse one at that, Lost has devoted valuable airtime to back stories and characterization, deliberately exhibiting complexities and flaws in every character—a rarity in television. But ultimately, these flaws must be revealed, because stripped down to its core, Lost is about the potential for redemption..."
"Lost employs so many allusions—incorporating history, philosophy, mythology, literature, religion, art—that each episode serves as a veritable playground for the erudite."
If you haven't - you should - get in now before the last season in 2010.
dg
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
We Are All Bourgeois Now
There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets I made my way
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way
In every town on the way
The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy
But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is
The State he began
Has been propping up people too long
For far too long
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered
To make our way through the world
But we are all bourgeois now
Once there was class war
But not any longer
Because baby we are all bourgeois now
So go out and make your way in the world
We're free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're free to choose
In Booming Britain we all work together
To raise ourselves in the world
Each of us knows someone
Who has done well for themselves
So well for themselves
"Thank you," I said as I left
I'll be on my way, I see how it is
We are all bourgeois now
And somehow I'll raise myself through the world
I'm free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
I'm free to choose
We're all bourgeois now
We're all bourgeois now
We're bourgeois now
So through unclean streets I made my way
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way
In every town on the way
The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy
But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is
The State he began
Has been propping up people too long
For far too long
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered
To make our way through the world
But we are all bourgeois now
Once there was class war
But not any longer
Because baby we are all bourgeois now
So go out and make your way in the world
We're free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're free to choose
In Booming Britain we all work together
To raise ourselves in the world
Each of us knows someone
Who has done well for themselves
So well for themselves
"Thank you," I said as I left
I'll be on my way, I see how it is
We are all bourgeois now
And somehow I'll raise myself through the world
I'm free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
I'm free to choose
We're all bourgeois now
We're all bourgeois now
We're bourgeois now
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Sing, Sing, Sing
Today the Guardian had a great supplement 'Guide to performing: Singing' - and you can read all the fascinating and helpful articles by following this link.
dg
Friday, 8 May 2009
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