U2: Sometime's you can't make it on your own

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone
And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own.

père, je t'aime, je t'aime...

Parents

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by...

The little boy grew up, and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad look on his face.

"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.

"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them."

"Sorry, I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them so you will have money."

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy didn't come back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"Come and play with me," the tree said.
"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family.

We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches to build your house."

So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn't come back afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"Come and play with me!" the tree said.
"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?"
"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and didn't come back for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he had been gone for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said.

"I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied.
"No more trunk for you to climb on."

"I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots," the tree said with sadness.

"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years," the boy replied.

"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest.

Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......

...but the same can be true, of children's love and sacrifice for their parents too...

This is brilliant!!!
I remember hearing this in the stands of Carrow Road, 1981...and what a classic pop song, from the brilliantly titled album, "From The Tea Rooms Of Mars...To The Hell Holes Of Uranus" @.@

...perfect UK pop...

Landscape are a British band best known for their 1981 hits, "Einstein A Go-Go" and "Norman Bates". Formed in 1974, they toured constantly during the mid- to late-1970s, playing rock, punk and jazz venues and releasing two instrumental EPs on their own Event Horizon label. They began experimenting with computer-programmed music and electronic drums in the late 1970s making records in the emerging genres of electronic dance music and synthpop.

Landscape comprised: Richard James Burgess, Christopher Heaton, Andy Pask, Peter Thoms and John Walters

Richard James Burgess produced Shock and the first two albums by Spandau Ballet while still in Landscape. He went on to produce recordings by Five Star, King, Adam Ant, America and many others, and wrote the book The Art of Record Production.

John Walters (aka John L Walters) went on to produce records by Swans Way, Kissing the Pink, Twelfth Night, The Mike Gibbs Orchestra and Mark Springer. He co-founded Unknown Public in 1992.

Andy Pask co-wrote the theme for long-running British TV series The Bill.

-from wikipedia.

A certain someone gave me the idea to post this, another song I like very much. (Ok, it was P*!!)

No lyrics needed, it's all in the title!!

I gave you everything, more than I've got
now my lesson is tied within surgeon's knot
from childhood grown, my calls unanswered
to 30's moan, sentiment's very own hansard

From a day, given to the year of each decade
ever-faithful follower, helper unswayed
respect never blue, belief in you, ever-true
dedication and combat, hereditary deja vu

I gave you everything, everything I've got
nerves, fibres, my time in life...the lot
my blood had one last wish; one last call-
one minute of your time, that was all.

---
père, je t'aime

written by lauren6

During another nerve-wracked night I tuned-in to the World Service and heard all about the ancient dogs of Peru...the Chiribaya shepherds, who could claim to be an original breed...

LIMA, Peru -- Even in ancient Peru, it seems dogs were a man's best friend. Peruvian investigators have discovered a pre-Columbian culture of dog lovers who built pet cemeteries and buried their pets with warm blankets and even treats for the afterlife.

"They are dogs that were thanked and recognized for their social and familial contribution," anthropologist Sonia Guillen said. "These dogs were not sacrificed."

Since 1993, researchers have unearthed 82 dog tombs in pet cemetery plots, laid alongside human mummy tombs of the Chiribaya people in the fertile Osmore River valley, 540 miles southeast of Lima. The Chiribaya were farmers who lived from A.D. 900 to 1350 before the rise of Peru's Inca Empire.

"We have found that in all the cemeteries, always, in between the human tombs there are others dedicated to the dogs, full-grown and puppies," said Guillen, who specializes in the study of mummies. "They have their own grave and in some cases they are buried with blankets and food."

Guillen, director of the Centro Mallqui, the Bioanthropology Foundation of Peru, said the dogs are known as Chiribaya shepherds for their herding abilities.

She and her team are trying to prove the Chiribaya dogs have Peruvian descendants that can be classified as an original South American breed.

"This shepherd is still among us," she said. "We have found very similar animals with the same characteristics in Peru's southern valleys and we are starting investigations to determine if we are dealing with a Peruvian dog."

But some dog experts expressed caution.

Ermanno Maniero, who in 1985 achieved international recognition of the Peruvian hairless as a distinct breed that evolved over more than 2000 years from Asian ancestors brought across the Bering Strait, said Peru is full of breeds that arrived in recent centuries.

"We have found similar dogs" to the Chiribaya shepherds, he said. "But it is better to take precautions before confirming the existence of a type of original animal."

Ricardo Fujita, a genetics researcher at Lima's San Martin University, said the physical traits suggests a link between today's' short-snouted, long-haired dogs and their possible Chiribaya ancestors. But the jury is still out.

"We are conducting DNA analysis on the ancient dogs to compare them to the new ones, but it will be months before there are results for a final verdict," he said. Link

If I was happy I'd say so

In the rain, thoughts could go either way
falling to the flood
evading the very needs that can but pray
the prolepsis of clouded storm
he, of glaven vocal dribs and drabs
well-fed beyond my compo-ration
an empty plate of eaten coadjutorship
digested by one without the other
the devitalising misappropriation of funds
three courses to none
I'll sacrifice almost all the food
pass on golden riches
stand aside from gluttony
yet, my spine may regain poise
standing in spurning opposition
to these misbegotten injustices
poisoning the salt of the earth
feeding the bones on oven-ready beds
blood may be spilled, and it's ours
a testament to life and deep pique
our faces have been forgotten
in place of their wage-enabling Riviera escapades
yet each rivulet within us
under nature's replenishing rains
will rise to a septuple torrent
and storm their dehumanising regime!

written by lauren6

This morning, being fired-up, I managed a drawing, in slight trepidation, as my L5 has been hurt so much, but the relief inside me, that I can still manage to draw, is overwhelming.

I drew this with my consultant nearby...almost in defiance, I showed him what I can humbly do, IN SPITE of his edict.
I am still going...still doing what I love, still living, but thanks to my willpower, and my loved ones mindpower.