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Christmas 1915

{ September 21, 2008 @ 11:52 am } · { Music/Links }
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This song really got me…

“Christmas 1915″

Celtic Thunder

1915 on Christmas Day
On western front the guns all died away
And lying in the mud on bags of sand
We heard the German sing from no man’s land
He had a tenor voice so pure and true
The words were strange but every note we knew
Soaring ore the living dead and dammed
The German sang of peace from no man’s land

They left their trenches and we left ours
Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers
With photos cigarettes and bottles of wine
We built a soldier’s truce on the front line
Their singer was a lad of 21
We begged another song before the dawn
And sitting in the mud and blood and fear
He sang again the song all longed to hear

Silent night, no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
All’s calm, all’s bright
All brothers hand in hand
In 19 and 15 in no man’s land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain
And we killed them and they killed us again
At night they charged we fought them hand in hand
And I killed the boy that sang in no man’s land

Silent night no cannons roar
A king is born of peace for evermore
All’s calm, all’s bright
All brothers hand in hand
And that young soldier sings
And the song of peace still rings
Though the captains and all the kings
Built no man’s land

Sleeping in heavenly peace

A Bird Without Wings

{ September 11, 2008 @ 1:18 pm } · { Music/Links }
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This is such a sweet song…I can’t stop listening to it!

 

A Bird Without Wings

Celtic Thunder-Damian McGinty, soloist

Chorus:
Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child
Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words,
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me.

Verse 1:
I get so lonely, when you’re away
I count every moment, I wait every day,
Until you’re home again
And hug me so tight
That’s when I know
Everything is alright.

Chorus:
Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child
Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me.

Verse 2:
You’re my guardian angel
My light and my guide
Your hand on my shoulder
And you by my side.
You make everything beautiful,
You make me complete.
Everything in my world
I lay at your feet..

Bridge:
Like a church with no steeple,
Where a bell never rings.
In a town without people,
Where no voice in the choir ever sings.
If a boat on the ocean
Would be lost with no sail,
Then without your devotion
Surely all that I dreamed of would fail.

Chorus:
Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me
I wouldn’t know what to do
I’d be lost without you
Watchin’ over me

Emotional Memory Foam

{ September 9, 2008 @ 9:25 pm } · { Musings }
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If any guy has ever wanted a glimpse into a girl’s mind, tune in now.

 

But this isn’t just for guys and girls, it’s really for everyone, cause I have a hunch that what I feel isn’t just me, but is perhaps part of how we work as humans.

 

I love emotional memory foam.

 

Let me explain that. Regular memory foam, like in a mattress, conforms to your body while also supporting it, giving the illusion of semi-weightlessness. When you get up, it keeps its shape, so that the next time you lie down, it again conforms to your body, even changing slightly to readjust to this time.

 

So then, emotional memory foam, as a personal quality, is this: remembering likes, dislikes, tastes, preferences, peeves, special days, histories, and other things that make up another person and using them again when called for. Let me give an example.

 

One thing I cannot stand is people whistling. For some reason, because of the way my wisdom teeth are placed in my too-small mouth, those types of high pitches give me headaches–instantly. It’s like having my own personal Kryptonite. There are two problems with that: one, most people in the world don’t know it, and two, it’s so unusual, most don’t remember it.

 

One evening, I was hanging out with some friends watching a movie. Out of nowhere, one of my girl friends started to whistle a little tune (why she was doing this in the middle of the movie I’ll never know, but hey, we’re college kids!) She hadn’t got more than three notes out before she abruptly stopped. I looked up from my melting into a headache-plagued mass to see why. “He made me stop,” she told me, gesturing to a guy friend.

 

That’s emotional memory foam. He knew about my sensitivity, and without my saying anything, he took steps to fix the problem for me. He didn’t just stay passive and sympathise later when I reminded him again.

 

But this emotional memory foam is really a pattern. It helps if you realise that not only has a given person stepped in about something like whistling, but they also notice things like new glasses, or remember birthdays.

 

So, simply put, what is emotional memory foam? It’s remembering the little details about a person and then acting on them to make them as happy as possible…just one more thing that makes up love.

Heartland

{ September 9, 2008 @ 2:29 pm } · { Music/Links }
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Chills, I tell you, chills…I love how the entire chorus of this song is “Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy”…

 

 

Heartland

Celtic Thunder

(spoken)

Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
The pure, unbridled sound of drums

When the winds are howling
Vigil keep
Shelter us and save us
From the deep

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

When the storm is raging
And thunder rolls
Deliver us from the ocean
Save our souls

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

Thank you, Lord, you have brought us
Safe to shore
Be our strength and protection
Ever more

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

Déan trócaire, déan trócaire
A Thiarna

A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)
A Thiarna, déan trócaire (Lord have mercy)
A Chríost, déan trócaire (Christ have mercy)

Princes and Frogs

{ September 7, 2008 @ 8:23 pm } · { Music/Links }
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Oh yesssss…I love this song :) So true!

Princes and Frogs (Underdog Mix)

Superchic[k]

All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs
Just wait till its plain to see
What we’re growing up to be
Cause Some frogs will still be frogs
And Some dogs will still be dogs
Some boys could become men
Just don’t kiss us ’til then.

You hate men is what you say and I understand how you feel that way
All girls dream of a fairy tale
But what you’ve got’s like a used car salesman
Trying to conceal what’s wrong behind a smile and the song
And I’m not saying that boys are not like that
But I think you should know (you should)
That some of us will grow
Because. . .All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs
Just wait till its plain to see
What we’re growing up to be
Some frogs will still be frogs
And Some dogs will still be dogs
And Some boys will become men
Just don’t kiss us ’til then.

You found him is what you say
And we all want you to feel that way
But the frog you’ve got seems cute enough to kiss
And maybe frogs seem like that’s all there is
But just because you haven’t found your prince yet
Doesn’t mean you’re still not a princess
And what if your prince comes riding in
While you’re kissin’ a frog what’s he gonna think then
So look into his eyes
Are you a princess or a fly?

All princes start as frogs and all gentlemen as dogs
Just wait till its plain to see
What we’re growing up to be
Cause Some frogs will still be frogs
And Some dogs will still be dogs
And Some boys will become men
Just don’t kiss us ’til then.

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