This is another one of my favourite songs, and it has a very positive vibe throughout...so I want to share it too; as I'm not so alone with all your wonderful help, encouragement and hope...thank you, so much!
Please enjoy this, (hopefully you'll enjoy it as much as I always do...)
Sash: Just around the hill
What if the world was out of trouble
What if the world was out of pain
Would it be a world thats worth living in
Without anything
Thats worth a sin
What if the world was out of hope
Would you find a place where you belong
You said to yourself that you'd never make it that far
And the mountains too high
The answer is
Just around the hill
Just around the hill
Take a look from the other side
Suddenly you see
There are many ways
Don't go astray
Just walk around
Walk around that hill
What if the world was out of love
And all that we do don't mean a thing
You take a chance
No suffering
No suffering
For anything
You're risking yourself
Do you really want it that way?
The mountains too high
The answer is
Just around the hill
Just around the hill
Take a look from the other side
Suddenly you see
There are many ways
Don't go astray
Just walk around
Walk around that hill
Just around the hill
Take a look from the other side
Suddenly you'll see
There are many ways
To go astray
Just walk around
Walk around that hill
Walk around that hill
Hmmm
Walk around that hill
A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.
The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation.
The traveler left, rejoicing in his great fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
"I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone."
I'm surrounded yet very much alone
in a world of subtle beats
an opening, a winnow of soothing inward blown
upon the precis of waiting in-line on city streets
when the need is greater than the light
yet hold our horses we must
in pre-administered forcefield so contrite
by minuend obligations of antitrust
overtaking doubts indicating fears
accelerating power the driving force
when the side mirror of trust shatters and disappears
for today's drive-alive there can be no remorse!
written by lauren6
split in two, by consultation madness at hospital.
"Urgent" in hospital terms, I learn today, actually means a wait of three months. And I'm a "lucky one".
Hell is lucky too considering how many top medical people must be working there (here?)!
Japan: Ghosts
UK
Released: 1982
Produced by Japan
Written by David Sylvian
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
Well I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes but leads nowhere
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
There's a song in my head
hovering..fleeting...like a whining breeze
searching and seeking
writhing in a bed of music
heady notes within a dream
sounds opening silent doors
illuminating sleeps' darkened room
a swarming glow all around
within a song this dream found
a time and a space, by nature's face sacrosanct.
Hear the rails smothered in sound, ahead of time
of smooth surface signalling a change
soft screech reaches ears like a close morning shave
the necessary involving a minute to claim
stubble rises from sleepers
reawakening all the stationary daydreamers
first light, then draft introducing what must
take forth all carriageable words
read between the lines crossed
on paths gauging our parallel lives.
Your nature and mine
together in one nature of a kind
to which all things may shine
with salvus grace entwined
Now autumn retrieves summer's dispatches
a lingering mention of golden hue
words, as leaves, to life attached
of varying time identifying destiny in situ
Flickering wings on stepping stones
or a writing-hand upon autumnal banister
leading, eventually, to earthly thrones
the realms of nature's heavenly vista
Into a sisterhood of blossoming after-vision
where roots hold firm to stand tall
from survival to approaching rejuvination
in a cycle where only leaves fall.
A dog, crossing a bridge over a stream with a piece bone in his mouth, saw his own shadow in the water .He thought that it is another Dog, with a larger piece of bone in its mouth. He immediately let go of his own, and fiercely attacked the other Dog to get his larger piece bone from him. What happened? He thus lost both.
