326. The Moon
The moon is not only beautiful:
It is so far away.
The moon is not only ice cold:
It is here to stay
Everyone says they know you
Better than "you know who".
Everyone says they own you
More than you do.
Cat Power
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325. Swallowed by the Sea
And I could write it down, or spread it all around,
Get lost and then get found, or swallowed in the sea.
You put me on a line and hung me out to dry,
And darling that's when I decided to go to sea.
coldplay
Every year, on (or around) new years day, my dad's family goes down to the beach to throw messages into the sea. these can be messages of hope, confessions, bizarre constructions, pretty much anything goes, we put them in screw top wine bottles, and launch them into the ocean. Admittedly, this year, we mistimed the trip to the sea, as the tide was coming in, but it was good fun, throwing the same bottles time and time again.... eventually we decided to let them come back in, and then go out when the tide turned.
i've not had any response yet...
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324. Who By Fire?
And who by fire?
Who by water?
Who in the sunshine?
Who in the night time?
Who by high ordeal?
Who by common trial?
Who in your merry merry month of May?
Who by very slow decay?
And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip?
Who by barbiturate?
Who in these realms of love?
Who by something blunt?
Who by avalanche?
Who by powder?
Who for his greed?
Who for his hunger?
And who shall I say is calling?
L. Cohen
Just back from seeing Verakai (Cirque De Soleil) in London - was very very impressed, especially by the juggling. Although, i reckon, with a bit of practice, anyone could do most of that stuff... i mean, how difficult can it really be to hang from the back of your neck on a long rope with no safety net.....
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323. Just Like Christmas
On our way from Stockholm,
Started to snow.
And you said it was like Christmas,
But you were wrong,
It wasn't like Christmas at all.
By the time we got to Oslo,
Snow was gone,
And we got lost.
The beds were small,
But we felt so young;
It was just like Christmas.
Low.
While i would never decorate my house quite like this myself, I'm always impressed by the people that go to this much trouble.
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