tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72514433578282925622024-02-20T04:48:19.453-08:00Hyperchick67Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-10530934872370554212010-05-03T16:03:00.000-07:002010-05-03T16:04:46.193-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><b>"One Day"</b><br /><br />One day maybe we will dance again<br />Under fiery skies<br />One day maybe you will love again<br />Love that never dies<br /><br />One day maybe you will see the land<br />Touch skin with sand<br />You've been swimming in the lonely sea<br />With no company<br /><br />Oh, don't you want to find?<br />Can't you hear this beauty in life?<br />The roads, the highs, breaking up your life<br />Can't you hear this beauty in life?<br /><br />One day maybe you will cry again<br />Just like a child<br />You've gotta tie yourself to the mast my friend<br />And the storm will end<br /><br />Oh, don't you want to find?<br />Can't you hear this beauty in life?<br />The times, the highs, breaking up your mind<br />Can't you hear this beauty in life?<br /><br />Oh, you're too afraid to touch<br />Too afraid you'll like it too much<br />The roads, the times, breaking up your mind<br />Can't you hear this beauty in life?<br /><br />One day maybe I will dance again<br />One day maybe I will love again<br />One day maybe we will dance again<br />You know you've gotta<br />Tie yourself to the mast my friend<br />And the storm will end<br />One day maybe you will love again<br />You've gotta tie yourself to the mast my friend<br />And the storm will end </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><b>The Verve</b></span></div>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-76732610291839063532010-05-02T12:37:00.000-07:002010-05-03T16:31:54.498-07:00Einstein's Word Practice<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Z-ACyBaS-4&hl=nl_NL&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Z-ACyBaS-4&hl=nl_NL&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-65857513085573275522010-02-13T15:43:00.001-08:002010-02-13T15:50:35.786-08:00Shocked and saddened by the loss of Captain Phil Harris.<div>May he rest in peace. 09-02-2010</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fisherman's Prayer</div><div><br /></div><div>God grant that I may live to fish,</div><div>until my dying day,</div><div>And when it comes to my last cast,</div><div>I then most humbly pray,</div><div>When in the Lord's safe landing net,</div><div>I'm peacefully asleep,</div><div>That in his mercy I be judged,</div><div>As big enough to keep.</div><div><br /></div><div>Author Unknown</div>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-37726516327934319422010-02-08T15:20:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:24:42.274-08:00Nostalgia (David Sylvian)<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(30, 30, 30); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;">Voices heard in fields of green<br />Their joy their calm and luxury<br />Are lost within the wanderings of my mind<br /><br />I'm cutting branches from the trees<br />Shaped by years of memories<br />To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me<br /><br />The sound of waves in a pool of water<br />I'm drowning in my nostalgia...<div class="more" style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; font-size: 11px; "></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(30, 30, 30); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-26975976729936909192010-02-08T15:14:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:15:12.740-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Brilliant Trees (David Sylvian)<br /><br />When you come to me<br />I'll question myself again<br />Is this grip on life still my own<br /><br />When every step I take<br />Leads me so far away<br />Every thought should bring me closer home<br /><br />And there you stand<br />Making my life possible<br />Raise my hands up to heaven<br />But only you could know<br /><br />My whole world stands in front of me<br />By the look in your eyes<br />By the look in your eyes<br />My whole life stretches in front of me<br />Reaching up like a flower<br />Leading my life back to the soil<br /><br />Every plan I've made's<br />Lost in the scheme of things<br />Within each lesson lies the price to learn<br /><br />A reason to believe<br />Divorces itself from me<br />Every hope I hold lies in my arms<br /><br />And there you stand<br />Making my life possible<br />Raise my hands up to heaven<br />But only you could know<br /><br />My whole world stands in front of me<br />By the look in your eyes<br />By the look in your eyes<br />My whole life stretches in front of me<br />Reaching up like a flower<br />Leading my life back to the soil</span>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-37391104256872520672010-02-08T08:57:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:16:28.255-08:00<b><i>It's better to</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><i>have tried and failed......</i></b><div> <b><i>than to not have tried at all</i></b></div>Hyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7251443357828292562.post-45129879404384684762009-04-24T14:53:00.000-07:002009-04-24T14:59:11.178-07:00When things go wrong,as they sometimes will,<br />When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,<br />When the funds are low and the debts are high,<br />And you want to smile,but you have to sigh,<br />When care is pressing you down a bit-<br />Rest if you must,but don't you quit.<br /><br />Life is queer with it's twists and turns,<br />As every one of us sometimes learns,<br />And many a fellow turns about,<br />When he might have won had he stuck it out,<br />Don't give up though the pace is slow-<br />You may succeed with another blow.<br /><br />Often the goal is nearer than,<br />It seems to a faint and faltering man,<br />Often the struggler has given up,<br />When he might have captured the victor's cup,<br />And he learned too late when the night came down,<br />How close he was to the golden crown.<br /><br />Success is failure turned inside out-<br />The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,<br />And you never can tell how close you are,<br />It may be near when it seems afar,<br />So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-<br />It's when things seem worst that you musn't quit.<br /><br /><br />Author UnknownHyperchick67http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430469505483147339noreply@blogger.com1