Monday, February 9, 2009
Children of the eighties
Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off.
Oh, I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
'til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
I know we've come a long way,
We're changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden.
We like the music of the sixties
It's The Rolling Stones
The Beatles and The Doors.
Flower children
Woodstock and the war.
Ah
but it's getting harder to deceive us.
And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus
Jimmy Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis Joplin was the Rose
ah
but all the stuff she put in her arm.
We are not alone.
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
We take a leatherjacket and a single golden earring.
Hang out at Discos
Rock shows
lose our hearing
Take uppers
downers
blues and reds and yellows.
Our brains are turning to jello
We are looking forward to the days when we live inside of a purple haze.
And the salvation of the soul is Rock and Roll
We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Recently have you looked in our eyes
Maybe with your conscience in disguise.
We're well informed and we are wise
please stop telling us lies.
We know Afganistan's invaded and we know El Salvador's dictated
Ah
but our lives have just begun
we are the warriers of the sun.
We're the golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world.
We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Many Rivers To Cross
Many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Many rivers to cross
And it's only my will that keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and she didn't say why
Well, I guess I'll have to cry
Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin I'm playing for time
There have been times I find myself
Thinking of committing some dreadful crime
Yes, I've got many rivers to cross
But I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering, I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Yes, I've got many rivers to cross
And I merely survive because of my will...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Migration
In view of the many problems I have been facing accessing "blogger", and my lack of technical know how (in order to avoid conspiracy theories), I have moved my pages to wordpress which so far I can access freely.
To those of you still willing to share my ramblings, enclosed are the links.
http://forabetterlebanon.wordpress.com/
http://mywarthroughmusic.wordpress.com/
http://riplebanon.wordpress.com/
Until I find a solution to whatever it is that is forbidding my access to blogger, and in order to keep on rambling; I seek your indulgence and ask you to follow the links above.
Thanking you in advance for your understsanding.
Marillionlb
To those of you still willing to share my ramblings, enclosed are the links.
http://forabetterlebanon.wordpress.com/
http://mywarthroughmusic.wordpress.com/
http://riplebanon.wordpress.com/
Until I find a solution to whatever it is that is forbidding my access to blogger, and in order to keep on rambling; I seek your indulgence and ask you to follow the links above.
Thanking you in advance for your understsanding.
Marillionlb
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Holiday Inn 1975
One of the first signs that Lebanon was doomed and that the war would outlast the many cease fires, was the savage destruction of the heart of Beirut (what is now known as "down town").
The Holiday Inn hotel was newly built with high hopes and aspirations; but they were short lived. Although relatively young, I remember the big sign on the side of the hotel advertising the only movie that ever played in the the hotel theater. For the life of me (or maybe it was denial on my part) I can not recall if it was "the great Waltz" or "the last Waltz" . I decided that it was the latter,maybe because Dylan and the Band accompanied me through the years of war; so I leave it up to you to correct me.
Meanwhile and at the risk of being wrong, I will share yet another part of me with you via the follwing from the band, which remind me of the Holiday Inn hotel, and the those who decided to jump from its high floors in order to escape torture on the hand s of the "mourabitoun".
And funnily enough it was not only the first, but the last waltz this hotel played in it's movie theatre, and it sure was the "Last waltz" a dozen of martyrs even danced whilst falling down to their deaths.
"They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released."
The Holiday Inn hotel was newly built with high hopes and aspirations; but they were short lived. Although relatively young, I remember the big sign on the side of the hotel advertising the only movie that ever played in the the hotel theater. For the life of me (or maybe it was denial on my part) I can not recall if it was "the great Waltz" or "the last Waltz" . I decided that it was the latter,maybe because Dylan and the Band accompanied me through the years of war; so I leave it up to you to correct me.
Meanwhile and at the risk of being wrong, I will share yet another part of me with you via the follwing from the band, which remind me of the Holiday Inn hotel, and the those who decided to jump from its high floors in order to escape torture on the hand s of the "mourabitoun".
And funnily enough it was not only the first, but the last waltz this hotel played in it's movie theatre, and it sure was the "Last waltz" a dozen of martyrs even danced whilst falling down to their deaths.
"They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released."
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Migration
In view of the many problems I have been facing accessing "blogger", and my lack of technical know how (in order to avoid conspiracy theories), I have moved my pages to wordpress which so far I can access freely.
To those of you still willing to share my ramblings, enclosed are the links.
http://forabetterlebanon.wordpress.com/
http://mywarthroughmusic.wordpress.com/
http://riplebanon.wordpress.com/
Until I find a solution to whatever it is that is forbidding my access to blogger, and in order to keep on rambling; I seek your indulgence and ask you to follow the links above.
Thanking you in advance for your understanding.
Marillionlb
To those of you still willing to share my ramblings, enclosed are the links.
http://forabetterlebanon.wordpress.com/
http://mywarthroughmusic.wordpress.com/
http://riplebanon.wordpress.com/
Until I find a solution to whatever it is that is forbidding my access to blogger, and in order to keep on rambling; I seek your indulgence and ask you to follow the links above.
Thanking you in advance for your understanding.
Marillionlb
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Before I go to sleep !
Just for you!
The glow
Around your face
When you see
The lightning race
I know
I'm very near
And I can hear
The thunder
A woman
Of perplexity
A woman
For eternity
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man
I'm down
On my knees
And I'm saying
Please believe me
It's hard
To fall out
Of love
Completely
It's harder
To find a way
To come back
Discreetly
To speak
Of things anew
To weep
In quiet blue
Brocade upon your bed
Memories should fade
At least of you
A scepter
Of ice and fire
A specter
Of my desire
A girl-child
Of such loveliness
The woman
Of my emptiness
A woman
Of famed
Renown
A woman
Who kicks the clown
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man
The glow
Around your face
When you see
The lightning race
I know
I'm very near
And I can hear
The thunder
A woman
Of perplexity
A woman
For eternity
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man
I'm down
On my knees
And I'm saying
Please believe me
It's hard
To fall out
Of love
Completely
It's harder
To find a way
To come back
Discreetly
To speak
Of things anew
To weep
In quiet blue
Brocade upon your bed
Memories should fade
At least of you
A scepter
Of ice and fire
A specter
Of my desire
A girl-child
Of such loveliness
The woman
Of my emptiness
A woman
Of famed
Renown
A woman
Who kicks the clown
A woman
Of the land
A woman
For a man
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