Sunday, August 15, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Suicide Isn't Painless
Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'
And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
...and you can do the same thing if you please
Shades of M.A.S.H
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...
That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'
And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please
...and you can do the same thing if you please
Shades of M.A.S.H
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Green Islands: 1954
It's sobering to consider the change of pace and the degradation of some aspects of society wreaked in just fifty-five years. Nowadays the voice-over wouldn't do at all - far too sexist, m'dear. There were no 'security guards' in high-viz jackets confiscating parents' cameras or demanding to see CRB checks and no-one threatening to arrest the man feeding the ducks on the grounds that he was littering (oh, yes, it did happen). There's been a collective, national, loss of innocence; progress is essential and wonderful but not at the expense of a country's heart and soul - there are things we can still learn from the past.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
RIP: Bo
And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow,
for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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