Where are you going my one true love?
You understand me like no one does
So who's gonna save me now?
Yeah, who's gonna save me now?
He said...
Going away love can't you see
I can't take you
And you can't change me
So I'm going to save you now
Yes, I'm going to save you now
She said...
Well I got bruises on my feet he says
And I got cuts on my hands
So who's gonna help me stand?
Yeah, who's gonna help me stand?
Well I got wounds that won't heal she says
Just as deep and just as long
So I'm going to make you strong
Yes, I'm going to make you strong
Well I can't sleep at night he says
When those lights go out
Well who's gonna show me how?
Yeah, who's gonna hold me now?
I have dreams of you she said
I see you hiding your face
So I'm going to make you brave
Yes, I'm going to make you brave
I'm going to save you now
She says,
I'm going to save you now
Yes, I'm going to save you now
I'm going to save me now
Save me now.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
a sunset
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
- Victor Hugo, from "A Sunset"
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
away
Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away,
once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash
your spirit clean.
John Muir
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