September 14, 2011
March 11, 2011
Pink Floyd – Coming Back to Life (clip)
For those who don’t know the song and for those who already know and have got disappointed to find just the lyric!
November 26, 2010
Rock N’ Roll Poetry
The hillsides ring with “Free the people”
Or can I hear the echo from the days of ’39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin’ bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero Y FINITO
Yo TE GUERDA, oh mi corazon
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero Y FINITO
Yo TE GUERDA, oh mi corazon
Spanish Bombs by The Clash
November 4, 2010
October 26, 2010
Rock N’ Roll Poetry
How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you can call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it’s washed to the sea
Yes and how many years can some people exist,
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
(Blowin’ in the wind by Bob Dylan)
October 10, 2010
Rock N’ Roll Poetry
Anyone perfect must be lying
Anything easy has its cost
Anyone plain can be lovely
Anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction?
What if I lost sense of time?
What if I nursed this infection?
Maybe the worst is behind.
(Falling for the first time by Barenaked Ladies)
October 2, 2010
Rock N’ Roll Poetry
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
(The Final Cut by Pink Floyd)
June 22, 2010
May 28, 2010
On War
“Never has there been a good war or a bad peace.”
Benjamin Franklin (1706 – 1790)
May 14, 2010
Rush – Double Agent
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
On the edge of the sleep,
I was drifting for half the night
Anxious and restless,
Pressed down by the darkness
Bound up and wound up so tight
So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and light…
Wilderness of mirrors
World of polished steel
Gears and iron chains
Turn the grinding wheel
I run between the shadows
Some are phantoms, some are real.
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
Where would you rather be?
The doubt and the fear
I know would all disappear
Anywhere but here
Anywhere but here…
On the edge of sleep,
I heard voices behind the door
The known and the nameless
Familiar and faceless
My angels and my demons at war
Which one will lose depends on what I choose
Or maybe which voice I ignore…
Wilderness of mirrors
Streets of cold desire
My precious sense of honor
Just a shield of rusty wire
I hold against the chaos
And the cross of holy fire
Wilderness of mirrors
So easy to deceive
My precious sense of rightness
Is sometimes so naive
So that which I imagine
Is that which I believe.
On the edge of sleep, I awoke to a sun so bright
Rested and fearless, cheered by your nearness
I knew which direction was right
The case had been tried by the jury inside
The choice between darkness and light…
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