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Thursday, 22 December 2005

  • Currently Listening
    A Drifters Christmas
    By The Drifters
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    A soldier's Night before Christmas.... Read it!!!!! (Warning: It might make you cry!)

    TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
    HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
    IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE
    MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

    I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
    WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
    AND TO SEE JUST WHO
    IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

    I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
    A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
    NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
    NOT EVEN A TREE.

    NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
    JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
    AND ON THE WALL PICTURES
    OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

    WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
    AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
    A SOBERING THOUGHT
    CAME TO MY MIND.

    FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
    SO DARK AND SO DREARY,
    THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
    NOW I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

    THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
    SILENT, ALONE,
    CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
    IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

    THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
    THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
    NOT HOW I PICTURED
    A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

    WAS THIS THE HERO
    OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
    THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

    I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
    HAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
    OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
    WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

    SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
    THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
    AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
    A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

    THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
    EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
    BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
    LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
    HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
    IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

    THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT
    A TEAR TO MY EYE,
    I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
    AND STARTED TO CRY.

    THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
    AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
    "SANTA DON'T CRY,
    THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

    I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
    I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
    MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
    MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

    THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
    AND SOON DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
    I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
    I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

    I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
    SO SILENT AND STILL,
    AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
    FROM THE COLD EVENING'S CHILL.

    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
    ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
    SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

    THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
    WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
    WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
    IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

    ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
    AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
    "MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
    AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

     

    Tell your friends about this if it made you choke up....

  • Currently Listening
    The Very Best of Dan Fogelberg
    By Dan Fogelberg
    Same Old Lang Syne
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    There used to be a smile that would blind even the darkest sunglasses

    A giggle that would change a thousand lives

    There used to be a love that would spark a thousand fires

    There used to be a girl who chose her own destiny

     

    This is a reminder to blind the sun

    Aim to change a thousand lives

    Love hot enough to Spark a thousand fires

    And never give up when you deserve your own destiny

     

Monday, 21 November 2005

  • Currently Reading
    The Da Vinci Code
    By Dan Brown
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    I love driving now! It's so much fun! I'm so excited about getting to go to France and Canada this year!!

    Lyrics of the Day:

     

    Heavily Broken

    Everyday I sit here waiting
    Everyday just seems so long
    And now I've had enough of all the hating
    Do we even care, it's so unfair
    Any day it'll all be over
    Any day there's nothing new
    And now I just try to find some hope
    To try and hold onto
    And it starts again
    It'll never end

    I'm heavily broken
    And I don't know what to do
    It just seems like I'm choking
    And I can't even move
    When there's nothing left to say
    What can you do
    I'm heavily broken
    And there's nothing I can do

    Almost giving up on trying
    Almost heading for a fall
    And now I'm screaming
    I've gotta keep on fighting
    But then again
    It doesn't end

    I'm heavily broken
    And I don't know what to do
    It just seems like I'm choking
    And I can't even move
    When there's nothing left to say
    What can you do?
    I'm heavily broken
    And there's nothing I can do
    And there's nothing I can do

    Feels like I'm drowning
    I'm screaming for air
    (Screaming for air)
    Louder I'm crying
    And you don't even care

    I'm heavily
    And I don't know what to do
    Could you see that I'm choking
    And I can't even move
    (What can I do)
    When there's nothing left to say
    What can you do
    I'm heavily broken


    I'm heavily broken
    And I don't know what to do
    Can you see that I'm choking
    And I can't even move
    When there's nothing left to say
    What can you do
    I'm heavily broken [x3]

     

Tuesday, 18 October 2005

  • Currently Listening
    West Side Story (1957 Original Broadway Cast)
    By Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim
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    The Summer I Was Sixteen

    Geraldine Connolly

    The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
    its slide a silver afterthought down which
    we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
    We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.

    Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
    up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
    lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
    we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,

    danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
    Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
    we came to the counter where bees staggered
    into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled

    cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
    shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
    Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
    blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,

    mouthing the old words, then loosened
    thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
    across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
    through the chain link at an improbable world.

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