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04/30/2008
When...
When you struggle to write fluently because you have bruised the lower end of your right humerus and it HURTS...
When you choose your shoes carefully so they don't rub against the scratch you have over the top...
When hand cream becomes utterly superficial and yet you buy several gallons of the stuff.
When you seem to spend more time in the shower than anywhere else!
When you find yourself scouring second hand stores for odd bits and bobs that would otherwise end up in the skip.
When you cease to measure days by the rain and instead keep careful notes of forces gusting to...
When you catch yourself directing people port and starboard.... not left and right...
Then you know the sailing season has begun....
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D
Ok, some of the last ones might be a little exagerated, but even so... I am happy. We are racing on the tenth. RSM is going to get us off all day so we can race in all three instead of just the two we need to qualify. teehee. :D
xXx
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04/28/2008
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I am fed up with feeling accountable and guilty for doing the things I want to do.
Especially when they do no harm to anyone else.
xXx
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04/27/2008
Two Reviews ... ... of a sort
Shrek the Third
Amusing, frequently farcicle, occasionally overdone, but generally a light-hearted and entertaining film. There were a number of instances where the comedy was contrived (forced even) but generally the utter ridicule of stereotypes that I have come to expect from these movies was present and correct. The soundtrack was, as ever, brillinat and promted many high-fives from Em and myself.
Disturbingly, I found the running theme centred around the incompatability of children with having any semblance of a life almost, if not more, amusing than my father. I suppose I am looking at from a slightly different angle. There were several funny-at-the-time one liners that totally escape me now and genuine laugh out loud moments - mostly when I caught someone elses eye - but I still maintain the first is the best.
No Reservations
This film has now been added to my favourites list - and not only for the soundtrack which is a stunning mix of Italian Opera, decent pop and several latin numbers. Mind you I suppose the main beauty of this film is the memories it stirs.
If you've ever cooked with someone you loved, and argued over the recepi. Or ever teased another mercilessly over the slightest mistake or sat down to eat with tears pricking the corner of your eyes from laughing too much... Have you ever tried to sing and cook? Or dance? Have you ever stolen a recipe from a friend and pinned it to your bedroom/kitchen wall...
Then I suspect you'd enjoy this film.
Also quite an interesting technique for dealing with troublesome head-doctors: cook them something so wonderful that they become lost for words.
I think I shall spend the rest of the evening lost in the past... and the future...
We agreed tiramisu didn't we?
:P
xXx
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04/23/2008
Of bombs and coupons and the Baroque Oboe...
It is quite normal for me to get wound up. In fact quite normal is a gross understatement - especially when the music department at my school is involved. I have no idea how they manage to wind me up to the point of wanting to kick/punch/tear the voice box out of the next person I see...
This time the irritation was centred around the recital I must do soon. Lack of organisation, excess blame being pushed haphazardly around and my own panic were compounded by a selection of well chosen comments... I left a virtual time-bomb...
It is good to have friends who know how to diffuse my frustration with a text. Strange experiance... but good. :D
I can now get on with writing my program notes and listening to various WONDERFUL organ works - all big and loud and impressive. Sometimes excessive is only barely enough and I think Widor is one of those cases.
xXx
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04/22/2008
Tuesday the Impossible...
And so it dawns. Well I assume it did because it was dark when I went to sleep and now it is light (cloudy and grey) but light.
Today for the first time in what must be years, I lay in bed and read before getting up. I'd forgotten how lovely a feeling it was. I must do it again sometime soon, tomorrow is looking good except its 8am communion which I'd sort of like to go to. hmm... choices. I could do both I suppose.
Looking forward to today far less. 4 hours of lessons including one Biology Unit 5 paper (closed book) for 2 hours and then a Chemistry (REAL) assessed practical. This is closely followed by a hurried lunch and sailing. I sprint from the water-stores to the shower, into supper and over to choir where I will sing dutifully from 6:30 until 8. Then I MUST do oboe practise. After that I can not go to sleep as I would like because I am required to do the washing up at 10:30pm.
I don't think its the individual activities that bother me so much as the way they all seem to un into each other and I am busy from 8:20am through to 9pm...
A little excessive I feel.
xXx
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04/21/2008
2 Funny Stories and 7 not so unusual things:
1. Only in the movies?
Please note that all circumstances have been changed in this story to save embarrassment… The punch-line is still the same.
A long day at the office – they all are really aren’t they? This particular day had been shorter than most as the final hour or so had involved a “brief” visit to the Technical Advisory Body (TAB in boss-speak). The actual issue – setting up the PR system for a presentation next Thursday – had taken all of 6 minutes and the rest of the time had been spent in genial conversation and mild banter.
“Yes, well… you know how it goes…. She seems to be managing fine, not too embarrassed – well at least she doesn’t blush much when I see her…” Luke Briar’s (known by his surname for some reason that had been long-since forgotten) voice drifted through the haze of Rhi’s coffee and landed softly in the depths of her consciousness.
Curiosity piqued her interjection was more than a little blunt (or to the point as I’m sure she would rather have it described), “Who? What? Why? When?”
Ok, maybe blunt would be the best description. The questions were rebuked harshly with an emphatic insistence that the person in question would not their “situation” to be broadcast across the entire company. This was followed rapidly by a selection of retorts, the most convincing of which seemed to insist that Rhi should be told as well as Sam because she was trustworthy and he wasn’t. At this Sam objected vehemently – notably not to the accusation of his indiscretion.
The time passed and various tactics were used in attempts to obtain the information. Briar’s drink was stolen (and warmed), biscuits were with-held, buttons were pressed that shouldn’t have been, bribes offered, blackmail suggested; rewards and threats heaped one on to the other, and still Briar did not budge. He had the moral high ground and apparently rather liked the view.
The hour passed and 5:30 came, and went again with surprising agility. And still Rhi had not discovered the gossip. It had been an amusing afternoon and in any case it was hardly essential that she know. A few last quips to Briar and she would go home.
“Well I know it was one of the secretaries... I’ll just go ask them.”
“No! Don’t! They’ll know it was me.”
“Yes, but they’ll also know you didn’t tell me… mind you, I doubt that will bother them. So you’d better tell me just to make sure. I know it’s something to do with that visiting Professor from Princeton talking about … oh God even I can’t remember, some sort of client psychology jargon.”
“Psychology of Clients and their response to advertising… It isn’t that great anyway. All that happened was that one of the secretaries refused to let the Professor in because they were female and she’d been told that the visitor was a Professor Terri McMalon. Hardly side-splitting.”
Rhi grinned, “Amusing… no not life-changing, but amusing none-the-less. I’ll see you next week then when I can’t get this stupid presentation to work and start frothing at the mouth?”
“Sure. But don’t make a point of it. I know that Alison is looking for promotion and having that gossip broadcast around would do her no favours at all.”
Rhi looked behind her, wide-eyed and gripping the door for support as her face broke into a grin.
“Shit” was all Briar could say, “Shit, Shit, Shit Shit, Shit, Shit,” and Rhi dissolved into fits of hysteria.
She was still giggling as she collected her bag and rummaged for her keys.
It had been a long day, yes, but shorter than many.
2. Could have happened to anyone.
It really could have happened to anyone. It isn’t even as though I consciously did anything wrong… just a slight misjudgement on my part with some less fortunate consequences. It really could have happened to anyone. I suppose the more important thing is that it happened to me.
So I chose and rigged a boat, a 420 to be precise. I always love sailing the 420s, heavy and not the most manoeuvrable of dinghies, but fast (comparatively) and they have space to move around easily in. Then I was given a gift of crew, some poor year nine kid who had sailed once before – last week in light wind and in a pico with a friend.
Having been advised not to laugh on the lee shore of the spit (and head off on a near reach) but move my vessel around to the other side, I duly complied and stuck my new team-mate into the front to keep him out of the way. Everything was ready and I had even explained to him how to put the centreboard down as soon as we were out deep enough. All that needed doing was to launch the boat and jump in ready to grab the tiller and mainsheet and sail off on an easy run – less efficient but ultimately less complicated or scary for inexperienced sailors. Experience has taught me differently.
The second part – gaining control of the boat was easy enough, the sails could be left to do what they pleased, and the rudders/tillers on a 420 I find much easier to manage in a hurry than on the laser series. It was the first part of the plan that caused me a problem.
I think a little history is needed here. I sailed on and off through the summer. I sailed 420s solo. I sailed in light winds. Very few boats sail well in light winds. Very few boats sail particularly well on a run without a spinnaker.
The only mistake I actually made was to misjudge the speed the boat would travel in decent wind. I misjudged by about 30cm, if that. Hardly critical? Well… that 30cm landed me in the water behind my boat when I jumped.
The wind caught the sails and she went like a dream. With my lonely crewmember ashen faced staring blankly at where I should have landed.
Apparently the boat dragged me some 30m across the lagoon before I managed to swim around. I persuaded my crew to lean over my side and let me climb in at the shrouds. (No mean feat I assume you as he was convinced he’d capsize the boat with us both on the same side and kept moving away from me just as I got a hold.) I climbed in, tacked around, and headed out into the lagoon.
Next accident was to gybe just before a gust.
He didn’t want to helm that day.
7. I didn’t wear a Jacket to Assembly – even though I was performing.
6. I lived mostly off toast and butter… four or five pieces in fact to make up for break / lunch /
5. I stole chocolate from Paul – thank you
4. I spend a sizable portion of the day in the music school – oboe, recital notes, talking to Sutcliff and SJ
3. I spent a sizable portion of the day on msn – but I also worked whilst I did that.
2. I had 30 minutes of timetabled lessons – unusually I actually worked for 15 minutes of it; walking to the Kent room and logging on to the incomprehensibly slow school network occupied the other 15 minutes.
1. I ache all over – a side effect of sailing for 2 hours and dancing for 4… but triceps and abs are killing (and that is all over for me!! Before you quibble… Stuart! (or Kit/Stephen/Steve/Paul/Em…) ... ☹ Happy pain though so ☺
xXx
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04/17/2008
Emma's Dream
"We'd all been on holiday, well Me, Mum, Dad and ChiChi... And it had been good, as could have been expected.... normal really - the way things go. Well, nomal until we actually got home.
Whilst we'd been away Ruth had been *house-sitting* (so-to-speak)... And she'd been ... busy?
On turning the corner we noticed that the front step was a little crowded. And the path along-side the front garden as well... Well we picked our way daintily around the obstacles. And forced the door open - no mean deat I tell you. The "situation" continued... the floor of the hall, shoe rack, stairs, shelves, even the sofa were littered!
We looked at each other... surpressing grins as Mum's voice came from the hall...
"So HOW long are we expected to play Hotel to Ruth's wine collection!""
I LIKE this idea!!
xXx
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04/16/2008
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I hope you all noticed the footnote in the last post!
Music Ruth ... Well I want it, I don't know if I need it... and not too keen on finding out, just GIVE IT TO ME! :P:
Organ:
Complete Bach!!!! Urtext edition complete with editor/performance notes
Some Buxtehude
Some Lubeck
Widor Tocatta
Carillon de Westminster
Matthias Albumn
Some Messian
Hindeminth - the one Hall plays in Communion
Louis Lefbure-Wely Albumn - MUST include the Sortie in E flat
A selection of Modern Organ Music
Something English and Reformation ish... looking at musical changes maybe :P
The Thunderbirds piece!
Oboe:
CPE Bach
Britten Metamorphesis - amusement value
Hinderminth Sonata
Albinoni Duet in F - ANY Albinoni Really
Bach - more as technical exercises than anything else, they are pretty as well :P
Weber Concertino
More Grovlez
Gabriel's Oboe
I WANT TO FIND MY COPY OF SAINT SAENS OBOE SONATA! I hate playing from other people's music... it's like playing the finals at Wimbledon with someone else's racket - hypothetically possible, but unpleasent!
Singing:
The WICKED score
Some Brahms - love songs mostly - pwettifull
Elgar, Sea Pictures
Sondheim Collection
B Minor Mass
Stabat Mater
Dixit Dominus
Book of French Romantic Period stuff...
Some Rossini
More Blues, Jazz, Musicals... etc
Piano / Harpsichord:
Shostakovich Preludes and Fugues
Rachmaninov Piano Conertos
Debussy Collection
Goldberg Variations
Complete 48
Schumann / Schubert Piano works - not played enough, but like the stuff I have
Pour le Piano - Debussy again
Saint Saens! :D
Copeland
xXx
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And in complete contrast
Ruth is happy now because:
- She passed her timed swims for the second time - 60s (out of 65) to swim 20m to casulty, and tow them back on a torpedo and then 42s (out of 45) to swim 20 meters to a downed casulty, turn them over and tow them another 10m back. It is somewhat amusing that the swimming out there takes me around 15 seconds crawl... the torperdo tow back is slower due to weight and drag... the drowned casulty (arm tow) takes me ages because my side-stroke leg kick is APPALLINGLY weak... seriously! something to work on there methinks - lengths of practising towing... fun for all the family!
- She page-turned for a concert today. Organ lunch time recital. And has realised that... 1. she isn't *that* bad, 2. she could be ok or even good if she practise, 3. there is a tonne!!! of music worth learning, 4. some of it she is capable of learning now, 5. some of it she has!! - Concerts always make Ruty HAPPY! particularly when she can watch people play. *
- The lunch she had with the people afterwards was really good fun. There were some very interesting people who speak: Irish, English, Dutch, German, Chinese... at least! And have travelled lots of places, have many good stories and most importantly a real appreciation of good tea and good music! :D The lunch was also complimentary. :D
- Her oboe is no longer sick. (Although it looks like she will need to spend £120 on a full service, and £160 on altering some keywork and £100 on new reeds for next year and (hopefully) still be able to buy some new music. *
- It was sunny.
- She had tomatoe soup with cheese melted in it for supper. And even though she is very full now, it is the happy, staited and content *full*.
- Black Books never ceases to be funny.
- Heather came to say Hi :D and distracted her from work for a very long time, mostly with poetry. She got an email from a friend today, and had a lovey afternoon chatting with Chris :D and is meeting another friend for drinks tomorrow. And she didn't have to talk to her housemistress AT ALL today.
- She knows enough for her lifeguarding test tomorrow... first aid is so logical and almost, well intuitive is the closest word, and the rest of it is basically common sense. She does wish that she found it easier to remember the meaning of R.I.D.D.O.R - Reporting of Incidents, Diseases, Dangerous Occurances Regulation.... HUH!
- She slept all morning, but found 2 lovely text messages when she woke up thanks to Steve and Stuart.
- She is listening to an amazing singer called Eleanor McEvoy :D
BUT MOSTLY
- Her boyfriend just rang her... and that sort of just added to the generally list of "good-things"
xXx
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Mind-crazy musing/ranting/ARGH
I don't understand.
Ten thirty this evening I went to sleep. Put so much effort into controlling all those wonderful erroneous emotions that make life difficult. The utter conviciton that if I ring someone they will hold it against me and hate me for it... and simultaneously the *knowledge* that the only way to prove this conviction wrong is to ring them, feel guilty, hate myself.... and the spiral sort of becomes exponential at that point.
Now I know the entire catch 22 is nothing short of rediculous... but it takes a lot of energy to fight it and put it in perspective.
And I managed it.
Later I was woken from deep sleep - which I had found easily and naturally and quickly for the first time since the end of the holidays - by another phone call... and a number of implications within that conversation.
And now trying to get back to sleep... and it isn't working. AT ALL!
I appear to have used up my entire supply of energy to refute all the voices in my head tellng silly, false, cruel things. - "the other side of midnight is no place to be found" - It isn't fair how one part of my brain tells me people will hate me for doing something... and then forces me to do it anyway. It sounds self-destructive and I suppose in effect it is. But in various critical ways it isn't - I ***don't*** want to do what I do, I just have no power to stop myself.
I need sleep. I need to be fit and healthy and functional for my lifeguarding exam. I want to be slightly less erratic and able to enjoy myself by this weekend - although Stuart will probably help with that as well. I need to be able to keep on top of my work. I want to be able to tell the voices in my head just exactly where they can stick themselves.... And I can, some of the time, but not enough of the time.
It causes no end of problems.
And then of course the evil envious erroneous emotions evacute, evaporate even... as suddenly as they come.
And part of me ceases to believe they ever really existed.
xXx
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04/15/2008
... And another...
I AM feeling communicative today aren't I... :S
Partly because I am at home and so these ramblings end up online instead of just in my notebook or head!
Partly because I just seem to be in a *musing* sort of mood.
Partly because writing is a wonderful way of procrastinating.
Mostly because I am awake and it is 2:30am!
I dislike coffee... it does strange things to my body... Like making me sick and unable to stomach anything other than water (and only that at a push). It also keeps me awake and conscious which is the obvious advantage to the rather unpleasant reality of ingesting known toxins.
Has actually been very interesting researching the oboe... wonderful book of my mothers that has a complete analysis of one of the pieces I am playing in my recital. Which reminds me I must get a sick oboe mended tomorrow! :S Very lonely without! I'm curious to see how the research changes the way I play! ... Still trying to find ANYTHING on this mysteriously non-existent Weber Concertino; I am beginning to suspect that it was written for Clarinet first and then altered. I might have to change it to the Schumann Romanzes. I will ask tomorrow... today.
I love research... I rarely get a chance to do any... apparently it is a waste of time with regards to my A Level course - *swears in an obscene and vulgar manner to no one inparticular*
Will let you know how the rest goes.
I shall now finish this episode of Black Books and then true to sleep... and pray my stomach stops complaining
xXx
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Procrastination for the nation....
... Well mostly for me actually. You know how it gets when work is pressing but not essential.
In fairness I have been very good today. P1 I straightened my hair, put makeup on and then did 40 mins research for my program notes. P2 I had chemistry practical exam which seemed straight-forward enough at the time. Break I was social and discussed tea, nutella, the American elections and German Politics. Then I skived the next 90 mintues followed by a little more research and lunch. Gospel choir, chat to PMD, visit Paul and watch the first half of Euro-Trip then do 45 minutes Organ Practise (Frank - Piece Heroique). Assembly was followed by more socialness in the form of the school fete (most of which seemed to be either food or getting people wet with sponges or water pistols). The evening was another choir followed by revising unit one biology - DNA, transcription, translation and the formation of proteins. I chatted to JMJD for a while and then came home, washed up, made tea (:D lots of tea!), read one book on the history of the oboe and Mummy just gave me another to look through.... Chatted to friend and boyfriend... and now...
Well now I am sitting in bed, thinking about working but writing this instead - well aware that the pro-plus will keep me functional for at least another 120 minutes if I wish it to. hmmm.
She is knitting again
The tenth ball this week
Vibrant colour,
A tactile sport
Yes, I s'pose I see the appeal
She is knitting again
And who can say why
She never used to before
Told me she
"Couldn't"
Before what?
She is knitting again
A scarf made for me
And a jumper for you
The colour
The touch
The caress of thread
Against fingers
Or face
Or shoulders
Neck, arms or head?
Even knots can be beautiful
She is knitting again
The tenth ball this week
Vibrant colour
A tactile sport.
Yes I am glad
She is knitting again.
xXx
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04/14/2008
Strangeness
It is strange to be back home... well actually... It is strange that I want / am happy to be back home. I don't know what I'm trying to proove or even if I'm trying to proove anything at all. Maybe its simply that all I need at the moment is a little familiarity and a little more chance of freedom - even if I don't choose to take it up. Maybe I was just fed up of being around so many people all the time... or maybe they just weren't the people I needed at the moment. Maybe I just needed my own bed and desk and book shelves... or maybe I just got sick of someone down the corridoor playing "I want to have you babies" loudly and when I was in the vicinity.
In other words... I have no idea why I chose this. Not any real idea... there are many possibilities (some are even plausible), but the truth is I do not know. We'll just live with it shall we, and hope it works ok.
And this morning I had museli for Breakfast.
xXx
I shall also leave my laptop at home this week, so I *might* even get some work done.... heaven help us!
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04/13/2008
Musings on a song
One of my favourite songs, holds too much dear to me, but such is the way with things that actually mean something. It is actually the theme song to "Angel" but I wont hold that against it :P written by Kim Richey - and I have to confess that that means nothing to me. But enough background.
A Place called home
Well, it’s not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landed any place to call my own
To call my own
"A rolling stone gathers no moss."
There are people I know who just arrive. They arrive on our doorsteps, walk into our schools, appear at our jobs, join our churchs, attend our pubs and clubs. They send their children to the same nurseries as we send ours. We meet them and befriend them and they become part of our lives. And then they leave. All that is really left is the dust disturbed where they moved over it, the small emptiness in our lives that is so quickly engulfed by the remainder. They are transcendent and we do not miss them.
Well it seems like so long ago
But it really ain’t you know
I started off a crazy kid
Miracle I made it though
The things I did
The things I did
How often do you hear people exclaim, "I could never have done what you've managed," or "I would never have survived what you have."? But surely it is the things we live through - those miracles that we can nver quite explain - that shape who we are. If someone had been through the same as us then they would have been shaped in some way also, just as we adapted to survive.
It is these "miracles" that give us stories to tell. They are experience, they offer insight and teach us wisdom to know where we can make a difference and when it is best to simply move on.
Some day I’ll go where
There ain’t no rain or snow
Till then I’ll travel alone
And I’ll make my bed
With the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home
Maybe that is just it? The rain and snow keep falling. The miracle of making it back to the sun offset by the journey through hell that must preceed it. Why would ever drag someone you care for along with you on *that* journey? It may be better to watch the stars with a lover or friend... but is it worth seeing them walk along side and see the things that you do?
Is it worth the risk that you might turn back to help them when they stumble?
I had a chance to settle down
Get a job and live in town
Work in some old factory
I never liked the foreman
Standing over me
Over me
And yet so many people choose that. To protect them from themselves and the danger they believe they could be were they left to their own devices. To keep them safe from what might happen were they actually to dare to think. Other's bend their back to another in the hopes of promotion and dream of the time when they themselves will be the overseer.
Most accept their position in return security. A safety net to catch them should the wire snap. A job. An income. A pension. Support for their family in times of hardship and trial. The ability to make a difference to the people they love.
No I rather walk a windy road
Rather know the things I know
See the world with my own eye
No regrets no looking back no good byes
No good byes
To feel the wind in you hair and the rain on your skin; hear the sigh of everything that manages to survive so easily without being told what to think - or better still not to think at all. To smell life in all its vigour uncorrupted by routine or regularity; nothing is more constant than change itself - so many strive to forget that. To taste beauty and see the glory of smallest defiances against the night, glowworms in the dark.
No ties to hold you back. Nothing to influence you decison. No people you can drag with you into turmoil. No one that will make you stop and take a second thought before you step out into the unknown. No people who depend on you...
And no one for you to depend on either.
Someday I’ll go where there ain’t no rain nor snow
Til then I’ll travel alone
And I make my bed
With the stars above me head
And I dream of a place called home
And some day I’ll go where there ain’t no rain nor snow
Till then I’ll travel alone
And I make my bed
With the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home
Some day I’ll go where there ain’t no rain nor snow
Dream of a place called home
And despite our better judgement we still search. We still seek out that we claim we do not want, that which will only drag us down. The people who we will make exception for. The people with whome we could build a life that we are happy to live. And even is our very souls are nomandic and can not settle anywhere we still search for our counterparts... the people willing - no wanting - to walk... or run... ... or fly alongside us.
No one was made to be alone.
It just seems easier most of the time.
And safer.
xXx
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04/01/2008
Some people would do well to learn from this...
(3) WHAT’S THE USE OF WINGS
Brian Bedford (Bedspring Music) MCPS
I could have been a giant, said the bonsai tree
But someone bound my roots and held me down
I could have reached the heavens, said the snowy owl
But they clipped my wings and kept me on the ground
I think I heard them tell me they loved me
They'd care for me, without them I would die
What's the use of roots if you can`t spread them
What's the use of wings if you can't fly
I could have been a singer, said the mynah bird
But they caged me and they told me what to say
I could have run forever, said the pony
But they bridled me and made me go their way
I think I heard them tell me they loved me
They'd care for me forever, so it seemed
What's the use of voices without freedom
What's the use of living others' dreams
Why do people cage those things they love the most
Is it simply that they fear to be alone
If you give your love its freedom it will stay awhile
If it leaves you it was never yours to own
I could have found adventure, said the angel fish
Now my world's so small there's nowhere I can go
I could have ruled a kingdom, said the lion
But this land inside my head is all I know
I think I heard them tell me they loved me
They'd care for me and it would be all right
What's the use of life without adventure
What's the use of strength if you can't fight
Why do people cage those things they love the most
Is it simply that they fear to be alone
If you give your love its freedom it will stay awhile
If it leaves you it was never yours to own
I think I heard them tell me they loved me
They'd care for me, without them I would die
What's the use of roots if you can`t spread them
What's the use of wings if you can't fly
xXx
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