This was a song I heard in the early 70's when I wished a flying saucer would come and take me away from here. Or at least Scotty would beam me up or something..either way I loved this song
AFTER THE GOLDRUSH
Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armour coming saying something about a queen
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming and the archer split the tree
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun that was floating on the breeze
Look at Mother Nature on the run in the nineteen-seventies
I was lying in a burned-out basement with a full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for a replacement when the sun burst thru the skies
There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting high
Thinking about what a fried had said, I was hoping it was a lie
Well I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colours flying all around the chosen one
All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun
They were flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Something I would like to do
I have been thinking and wondering how I could draw a few things and have them published on my blog, like design my own avatar and stuff like that. Wonder how I could get what I draw on a piece of paper onto a computer screen. Maybe Chris would know. I don't mean anything fancy or stuff like that. Like if the mood strikes me, it would be nice to draw my own picture for a post instead of other peoples'
Saturday, March 18, 2006
The first book of this series,Wheel of Time
This is the book cover I like the best, where it shows Moiraine Sedai and her Warder, Lan (al'Lan Mandragoran, Uncrowned King of Malkier)
The Wheel Of Time..Robert Jordan
About 10 years ago, I began reading a huge fantasy series by Robert Jordan, called "The Wheel of Time". It started off with "The Eye of the World" and carried on to about 10 or more books. Each of these were very long, 700 pages or so . I was so wrapped up in this series that as soon as a new book would come out, I'd be calling Barnes and Noble to hold me a hard-cover soon as they got any.
The woman in this picture is my favourite character form the series. She is Moiraine Damodred , an Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah. In this picture she is in the White Tower, where Aes Sedai are trained and live, unless they have business to take care of in the world. I won't get into any more detail. Suffice to say,The Wheel Of Time has many web sites covering every aspect of this series, all it's characters and illustrations drawn by fans. This picture is one I stole off one of these sites (so sue me). I belong to an Aes Sedai fanlisting myself, and of course I picked the Blue Ajah. I was very wrapped up in these books and was able to live in a fantasy world peopled by the characters.
I wish I could still escape from myself like this. I can't concentrate long enough to get thru these long books. I believe I have 3 more to read before the end. And as for the fantasy world, well lets just say the escapism door is shut to me at the moment. I wish it would open again
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Cheshire cats
Two more Cheshire cats. I always had a thing about Alice in Wonderland but as a cat person The Cheshire Cat was my favourite character.The Cat on the right ised to "fade away into a grin" but maybe I need to re-copy him over....
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Flying Dreams
Isn't this a beautiful picture....they have a web site where people 's dreams are recorded and I found this beautiful illustration that someone created. The picture is much bigger but I think I did real well to get this much transferred . The ability to fly has always been a wish of mine since I can remember
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Beautiful picture
I just love this picture, never ever thought I'd ever learn to place pictures in my blog. When I kept my food diaries year before last, I cut this picture out and pasted it in my note-book with many other pictures that struck my fancy.
This is so much easier to do and as far as I know, it is permanent
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
I found it!!! I was here: Lilith Fair '98, Great woods, Mass....
Presumably the event's impresario, folk/pop singer Sarah McLachlan, chose the name with all its sinister associations in mind. Lilith is a figure from Jewish demonology. The Bible has just a single reference to her, a cryptic one in Isaiah that pictures her lounging in the ruins of ungodly cities at the Day of Judgment (34:14). Other traditional literature explains that she was Adam's first wife, who on egalitarian grounds refused to submit herself sexually to the first man and so was banished from Eden. A couple of millennia later, modern feminists embraced the predecessor of Eve as a mascot. Her fans range from the editors of an obnoxious Jewish feminist magazine called Lilith, to neo-pagans (devotees maintain numerous Internet sites), to the scriptwriters on the television sitcom Cheers, who called Dr. Frasier Crane's first wife "Lilith."
Since Lilith Fair hit the road last summer, it has attracted gobs of media attention, most of which has emphasized the left-feminism of the women who run a lot of the booths and tents. At Great Woods a sort of Victims Row of booths paid tribute to causes like RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) and Massachusetts NARAL (the pro-abortion outfit). One booth sold ceramic "pocket goddesses" ("She comes with her own bag to protect her. Take her home and never be alone"). Another specialized in bumper stickers with slogans like "I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures" and "My goddess gave birth to your god."
And yet. The next day a review in the Boston Globe reported that the bumper-sticker vendor was doing a "brisk" business, but that's not what I saw. I saw women crowding around a booth where you could get temporary henna "tattoos" in a variety of delicate and lovely arabesque designs, and another where you could have your hair brushed into an odd but cute flip. By comparison the anti -domestic-violence and pro-abortion booths were deserted.
In fact, walking around awhile, you got the definite impression that for many women these left-wing causes merely provide an occasion to exclude men, as Lilith more or less does, and celebrate, of all things, femininity.
After all, femininity, like masculinity, flourishes in a single-sex environment. (The co-ed military proves the point.) If you ignored Victims Row, you saw a lot of femininity at Lilith Fair. In older, better times, modesty of dress was a familiar signal of womanliness. That ideal has waned but it hasn't disappeared. The crowd at Lilith included lots of teens and twentysomethings who have developed an idiosyncratic yet pronounced style of modesty. Many of them wore baggy shorts and shapeless hooded windbreakers or sweatshirts (it was cool for August), which hide the shape of the body; others wore tie-dyed cotton Nepalese hippie dresses, ankle-length, which do the same thing but quite fetchingly. Hippie dresses were everywhere.
While femininity is difficult to define, it also resembles masculinity in that you know it when you see it. It has to do with a softness, a certain girlish exuberance -- the opposite of the hardness and cynicism associated with female high style in big cities like New York and Washington. By this standard the performers at Lilith were remarkably feminine.
A day at Lilith is 7 hours long, with 11 different acts on 3 stages, and so it's hazardous to generalize. But every singer I watched had the personal qualities that any traditional-minded father would be delighted to see in his daughter. Not least the two performers who appeared last, as Lilith's highlights: Natalie Merchant and Sarah McLachlan.
Miss Merchant, who used to sing in a fun if rather PC band called 10,000 Maniacs, struck out on her own a few years ago. Her current songs have to do with apolitical topics like a miracle cure ("Wonder") or a fifty-year marriage ("Beloved Wife"). She has feminine charisma that you can fully appreciate only by seeing her perform live. At first her hair was tied back in an adorable bun, but then she untied it and let it fall down around her shoulders in such a way that all the (not many) men in the audience were united in a collective sigh of longing. Later, when a big swing descended from above, she climbed onto it and swung for a while like a little girl. There's a charmingly awkward quality about her, especially when she dances; she could lose a few pounds, but you wouldn't want her to.
With her blond hair cut short, Miss McLachlan is a pixie, a sprite. She sings about "relationships," and her music happens to be terrific, mainly ballads of lost love. When the opening chords of "Sweet Surrender" sounded, the effect was thrilling, and when she sang "Witness" this reporter against his own will found himself swaying to the music. The effect is heartbreakingly sweet. Miss McLachlan left the stage with a girlishly energetic little skip.
If you compare Lilith to male-dominated rock events such as Lollapalooza, the most startling thing about it is how civilized Lilith is. One finds no mosh pit, no pushing or shoving at all. Those in attendance speak quietly. They sit at attention or rise to their feet in an orderly wave when a favorite song is played. Everything is neat and in order, so that you feel bad about dropping peanut shells to the concrete floor of the main pavilion. There was something unaccountably refreshing about the whole affair, like opening a window after a summer rainstorm when you have been cooped up in an air-conditioned room.
If only more of contemporary life were like Lilith Fair. If only there were more women who embodied the femininity of Natalie Merchant or Sarah McLachlan.
No, the model of femininity on display is not a classical one; it includes more pierced lips, noses, and tongues than you would choose to see if you had your choice. But these days, when it comes to masculinity or femininity in unexpected places, you shouldn't be stingy with appreciation if it's called for. Somewhere the demon Lilith is lounging around and gnashing her teeth at this blatant abuse of her bad name.
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Since Lilith Fair hit the road last summer, it has attracted gobs of media attention, most of which has emphasized the left-feminism of the women who run a lot of the booths and tents. At Great Woods a sort of Victims Row of booths paid tribute to causes like RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) and Massachusetts NARAL (the pro-abortion outfit). One booth sold ceramic "pocket goddesses" ("She comes with her own bag to protect her. Take her home and never be alone"). Another specialized in bumper stickers with slogans like "I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures" and "My goddess gave birth to your god."
And yet. The next day a review in the Boston Globe reported that the bumper-sticker vendor was doing a "brisk" business, but that's not what I saw. I saw women crowding around a booth where you could get temporary henna "tattoos" in a variety of delicate and lovely arabesque designs, and another where you could have your hair brushed into an odd but cute flip. By comparison the anti -domestic-violence and pro-abortion booths were deserted.
In fact, walking around awhile, you got the definite impression that for many women these left-wing causes merely provide an occasion to exclude men, as Lilith more or less does, and celebrate, of all things, femininity.
After all, femininity, like masculinity, flourishes in a single-sex environment. (The co-ed military proves the point.) If you ignored Victims Row, you saw a lot of femininity at Lilith Fair. In older, better times, modesty of dress was a familiar signal of womanliness. That ideal has waned but it hasn't disappeared. The crowd at Lilith included lots of teens and twentysomethings who have developed an idiosyncratic yet pronounced style of modesty. Many of them wore baggy shorts and shapeless hooded windbreakers or sweatshirts (it was cool for August), which hide the shape of the body; others wore tie-dyed cotton Nepalese hippie dresses, ankle-length, which do the same thing but quite fetchingly. Hippie dresses were everywhere.
While femininity is difficult to define, it also resembles masculinity in that you know it when you see it. It has to do with a softness, a certain girlish exuberance -- the opposite of the hardness and cynicism associated with female high style in big cities like New York and Washington. By this standard the performers at Lilith were remarkably feminine.
A day at Lilith is 7 hours long, with 11 different acts on 3 stages, and so it's hazardous to generalize. But every singer I watched had the personal qualities that any traditional-minded father would be delighted to see in his daughter. Not least the two performers who appeared last, as Lilith's highlights: Natalie Merchant and Sarah McLachlan.
Miss Merchant, who used to sing in a fun if rather PC band called 10,000 Maniacs, struck out on her own a few years ago. Her current songs have to do with apolitical topics like a miracle cure ("Wonder") or a fifty-year marriage ("Beloved Wife"). She has feminine charisma that you can fully appreciate only by seeing her perform live. At first her hair was tied back in an adorable bun, but then she untied it and let it fall down around her shoulders in such a way that all the (not many) men in the audience were united in a collective sigh of longing. Later, when a big swing descended from above, she climbed onto it and swung for a while like a little girl. There's a charmingly awkward quality about her, especially when she dances; she could lose a few pounds, but you wouldn't want her to.
With her blond hair cut short, Miss McLachlan is a pixie, a sprite. She sings about "relationships," and her music happens to be terrific, mainly ballads of lost love. When the opening chords of "Sweet Surrender" sounded, the effect was thrilling, and when she sang "Witness" this reporter against his own will found himself swaying to the music. The effect is heartbreakingly sweet. Miss McLachlan left the stage with a girlishly energetic little skip.
If you compare Lilith to male-dominated rock events such as Lollapalooza, the most startling thing about it is how civilized Lilith is. One finds no mosh pit, no pushing or shoving at all. Those in attendance speak quietly. They sit at attention or rise to their feet in an orderly wave when a favorite song is played. Everything is neat and in order, so that you feel bad about dropping peanut shells to the concrete floor of the main pavilion. There was something unaccountably refreshing about the whole affair, like opening a window after a summer rainstorm when you have been cooped up in an air-conditioned room.
If only more of contemporary life were like Lilith Fair. If only there were more women who embodied the femininity of Natalie Merchant or Sarah McLachlan.
No, the model of femininity on display is not a classical one; it includes more pierced lips, noses, and tongues than you would choose to see if you had your choice. But these days, when it comes to masculinity or femininity in unexpected places, you shouldn't be stingy with appreciation if it's called for. Somewhere the demon Lilith is lounging around and gnashing her teeth at this blatant abuse of her bad name.
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Saturday, January 07, 2006
Dream On....a state of mind
You would not believe the hassle I just went thru to find the lyrics to this song. Anyway, this song was very important to me in 1974. This was my last year before my life changed forever with bi-polar disorder. My teenage years were mainly spent in my imagination, where day to day problems with school, other people and problems at home didn't intrude. Many songs fueled this escapism. This song was the last to affect me in this way. Mental illness rips your life apart. Worst of all it takes away your dreams for a better life and rips away the rose-coloured glasses. You don't see life in the same way again, unless you are very lucky.
DREAM ON
Lay your head down on my shoulder
I won't let the night get colder
I'll protect you, I'll be keeping
Trouble far from where you're sleeping
Until you wake in the morning
You've got the world to yourself
Dream on
Dream about the world we're gonna live in one fine day
Dream on
Spend the night in heaven I'll be here to light your way
Someday tomorrow we'll smile
But little girl in the meanwhile
Dream on
You're a princess chains around you
I'm a hero who just found you
Till a brand-new day must wake you
Let imagination take you
Go where the music is playing
I'll be along in a while
Dream on
Dream about the world we're gonna live in one fine day
Dream on
Spend the night in heaven I'll be here to light your way
Someday tomorrow we will smile
But little girl in the meanwhile
Dream on
..........Righteous Brothers,1974
DREAM ON
Lay your head down on my shoulder
I won't let the night get colder
I'll protect you, I'll be keeping
Trouble far from where you're sleeping
Until you wake in the morning
You've got the world to yourself
Dream on
Dream about the world we're gonna live in one fine day
Dream on
Spend the night in heaven I'll be here to light your way
Someday tomorrow we'll smile
But little girl in the meanwhile
Dream on
You're a princess chains around you
I'm a hero who just found you
Till a brand-new day must wake you
Let imagination take you
Go where the music is playing
I'll be along in a while
Dream on
Dream about the world we're gonna live in one fine day
Dream on
Spend the night in heaven I'll be here to light your way
Someday tomorrow we will smile
But little girl in the meanwhile
Dream on
..........Righteous Brothers,1974
Thursday, December 29, 2005
My state of mind in my early 40's
When I went 40 it was a very bad year for me. Turning 30 wasn't any problem at all, but 40 hit me like a ton of bricks. I was very depressed and the life I had sort of didn't fit me anymore. I was involved in Church but it wasn't doing anything for me at all. It took up too much of my time and I was very sleepy from all the medication I was taking, and I was just very tired of things.
My life sucked and I couldn't put my finger on why it took me so long to realise it. I didn't know what to do about it. I was ready for change in my life and din't know where I would find it or even what sort of change it would be. It probably didn't help that my daughter was 14 and in Jr High and it brought back memories of when I was that age and how moonstruck I was then, always in some fantasy world. This is the way I managed my real life when it got unbearable. I'd just sit and think of other, more pleasant lives.
Today that avenue of escapism isn't there for me anymore. Maybe because I've lost all hope for a better and more exciting life, maybe because I am 50, extremely obese and a grandmother. Way too grounded for moonlight dreams....
My life sucked and I couldn't put my finger on why it took me so long to realise it. I didn't know what to do about it. I was ready for change in my life and din't know where I would find it or even what sort of change it would be. It probably didn't help that my daughter was 14 and in Jr High and it brought back memories of when I was that age and how moonstruck I was then, always in some fantasy world. This is the way I managed my real life when it got unbearable. I'd just sit and think of other, more pleasant lives.
Today that avenue of escapism isn't there for me anymore. Maybe because I've lost all hope for a better and more exciting life, maybe because I am 50, extremely obese and a grandmother. Way too grounded for moonlight dreams....
Kiss Me.......Sixpence none the Richer
I just love this song. It came out in 1998 when I was still trying to get back my youthful inocence, well that was my state of mind then. I think we all go thru this phase, before we wake up and realise we have to go on to the next stage in life. There are 3 phases for us women, Maiden, Mother and Crone. I don't thinkk any of us appreciate the Maiden stage until it is way behind us. I was to busy looking ahead to the Mother stage. When you look again, your kids are getting out of the way, and you are left with this space to think about your own life. The thing that kicked me into the Crone stage was menopause at age 48, and the news I was about to become Grandma. Then things change...
But I think I am gonna take a closer look at the changes that I went thru between age 40-50. This was the time I wrote all the drippy schoolgirl poetry, and was actually able to reconnect with my Maiden phase for a while (yeah, I must have looked strange to some people!) I am gonna copy and paste this song, and hope it comes out right. Last night I copied some other lyrics and they all ran together....
KISS ME
Kiss me out of the bearded barley.Lightly, beside the green, green grass.Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.Kiss me down by the broken tree house.Swing me high upon its hanging tire.Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.Kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.So kiss me.So kiss me.So kiss me.
oh shit it din't come out right. I'll have to write it out and type it properly...but not today...I don't want to lose what I wrote before, so it will stay like this for now......Computer Challenged in the Ocean State
But I think I am gonna take a closer look at the changes that I went thru between age 40-50. This was the time I wrote all the drippy schoolgirl poetry, and was actually able to reconnect with my Maiden phase for a while (yeah, I must have looked strange to some people!) I am gonna copy and paste this song, and hope it comes out right. Last night I copied some other lyrics and they all ran together....
KISS ME
Kiss me out of the bearded barley.Lightly, beside the green, green grass.Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.Kiss me down by the broken tree house.Swing me high upon its hanging tire.Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.Kiss me beneath the milky twilight.Lead me out on the moonlit floor.Lift your open hand.Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,silver moon's sparkling.So kiss me.So kiss me.So kiss me.So kiss me.
oh shit it din't come out right. I'll have to write it out and type it properly...but not today...I don't want to lose what I wrote before, so it will stay like this for now......Computer Challenged in the Ocean State
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
China Roses
I went thru an Enya phase, I think many women do, and I still love her music. When I listen, for a few minutes anyway, I feel like I am a "free spirit" like I did at Lilith Fair. When I feel this way, I am tall, slender and "willowy", a description that will never apply to me. So Enya's music creates magic.
China Roses
Who can tell if we have heaven
who can say the way it should be
moonlight holly, the Sappho comet
angel's tears below a tree
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora
cloud in crimson,the key of heaven
one love carved in acajon
one told me of China Roses
one Thousand nights and one night
earth's last picture, the end of evening
hue of indigo and blue
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow
A new world waits for me
my dream, my way
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire
rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me
I see the sun.....
I see the stars.....
Enya, The Memory of Trees
China Roses
Who can tell if we have heaven
who can say the way it should be
moonlight holly, the Sappho comet
angel's tears below a tree
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora
cloud in crimson,the key of heaven
one love carved in acajon
one told me of China Roses
one Thousand nights and one night
earth's last picture, the end of evening
hue of indigo and blue
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow
A new world waits for me
my dream, my way
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire
rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me
I see the sun.....
I see the stars.....
Enya, The Memory of Trees
Rainbow
Rainbow
This is hard for me to say
but I must say it
That if you are of the rainbow persuasion
it is OK with me
I wish you would tell me
so I could tell you this
please believe it is no shame
and tho you felt
I held you on a pedestal
it is for all your sensitive qualities
your brooding,sharp-edged intellect
your ability to converse on all levels
and of course your physical entity
you always did rest easy on my eyes
and in my heart of hearts
No rainbow colours could wash all this away
or cause me to forget you
wish you'd let me tell you this
I miss everything about you
believe me
no rainbows cloud my eyes
when I see you
7-99
This is hard for me to say
but I must say it
That if you are of the rainbow persuasion
it is OK with me
I wish you would tell me
so I could tell you this
please believe it is no shame
and tho you felt
I held you on a pedestal
it is for all your sensitive qualities
your brooding,sharp-edged intellect
your ability to converse on all levels
and of course your physical entity
you always did rest easy on my eyes
and in my heart of hearts
No rainbow colours could wash all this away
or cause me to forget you
wish you'd let me tell you this
I miss everything about you
believe me
no rainbows cloud my eyes
when I see you
7-99
Graduation
Graduation
"I will remember you
will you remember me
don't let your life pass you by
weep not for the memories".....Sarah Mclachlan,'99
Truely this day above all others
I remember you
with love and affection
and with wishes for a great life
filled with love and happiness
and all that you desire
This I'd write in a card to you
if I was sending such a card
Maybe one day I will tell you this
Belatedly but no less sincerely
when we talk again
I know we will talk again
best wishes for a great life
go forth with confidence
always believe in yourself!
and never forget the magic in yourself
Congratulations
Melisande 6-'99
"I will remember you
will you remember me
don't let your life pass you by
weep not for the memories".....Sarah Mclachlan,'99
Truely this day above all others
I remember you
with love and affection
and with wishes for a great life
filled with love and happiness
and all that you desire
This I'd write in a card to you
if I was sending such a card
Maybe one day I will tell you this
Belatedly but no less sincerely
when we talk again
I know we will talk again
best wishes for a great life
go forth with confidence
always believe in yourself!
and never forget the magic in yourself
Congratulations
Melisande 6-'99
Aftermath
Aftermath
In a sea of nothing
I move thru my life
no real emotions
no expressed feelings
no shared dreams
I have packed them all away
in a box within myself
laid them carefully aside
closed the lid
tied the ribbons----gone.
This box was once opened
after many years
of being locked ands forgotton
out came my feelings
on gossimer, pastel wings
My emotions in purples
pinks and sky-blues
and red, wonderful passions
Silvery hope also leaped from this box
and golden dreams
last----but not least
I was alive!
but now I am dead
I carry the box
close to my heart
and wait
6-'99
In a sea of nothing
I move thru my life
no real emotions
no expressed feelings
no shared dreams
I have packed them all away
in a box within myself
laid them carefully aside
closed the lid
tied the ribbons----gone.
This box was once opened
after many years
of being locked ands forgotton
out came my feelings
on gossimer, pastel wings
My emotions in purples
pinks and sky-blues
and red, wonderful passions
Silvery hope also leaped from this box
and golden dreams
last----but not least
I was alive!
but now I am dead
I carry the box
close to my heart
and wait
6-'99
Eternal Flame
This was sung by Susanna Hoff at Lilith Fair '97.
As well as stuff I wrote I will also include songs that are special to me in some way. I am so fortunate to have been able to attend one of the Lilith Fairs in 1997. I don't think I will ever get back the way I felt that day....I wore a long, blue sleeveless dress with a white shawl, my hair was long then and I had it styled with some braids in, and the rest hanging out. I wanted to be a "free spirit" and that day I felt like one. I went with my daughter and one of her friends, who scored the tickets. This song reminds me of that day, and how I felt...
Eternal Flame
Close your eyes, give me your hand
Tell me do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same?
Or am I only dreaming
Is this burning an eternal flame?
I believe it's meant to be, do you
I watch you when you are sleeping
you belong with me
Do you feel the same
Or am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?
Say my name, sunshines thru the rain
Oh, life's so lonely, you come and ease the pain
I don't wanna lose this feeling
oh...............oh.........
Close your eyes, give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same?
Or am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?
Susanne Hoff, Lilith Fair '97
As well as stuff I wrote I will also include songs that are special to me in some way. I am so fortunate to have been able to attend one of the Lilith Fairs in 1997. I don't think I will ever get back the way I felt that day....I wore a long, blue sleeveless dress with a white shawl, my hair was long then and I had it styled with some braids in, and the rest hanging out. I wanted to be a "free spirit" and that day I felt like one. I went with my daughter and one of her friends, who scored the tickets. This song reminds me of that day, and how I felt...
Eternal Flame
Close your eyes, give me your hand
Tell me do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same?
Or am I only dreaming
Is this burning an eternal flame?
I believe it's meant to be, do you
I watch you when you are sleeping
you belong with me
Do you feel the same
Or am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?
Say my name, sunshines thru the rain
Oh, life's so lonely, you come and ease the pain
I don't wanna lose this feeling
oh...............oh.........
Close your eyes, give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same?
Or am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame?
Susanne Hoff, Lilith Fair '97
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