Month: May 2007

  • When I am dead, my dearest

    Looking towards the city from Toowong Cemetery

    When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head,
    Nor shady cypress tree:
    Be the green grass above me
    With showers and dewdrops wet;
    And if thou wilt, remember,
    And if thou wilt, forget.

    I shall not see the shadows,
    I shall not feel the rain;
    I shall not hear the nightingale
    Sing on, as if in pain:
    And dreaming through the twilight
    That doth not rise nor set,
    Haply I may remember,
    And haply may forget.

    – Christina Rossetti (1783-1854)

  • Time’s winged chariot

    But at my back I always hear
    Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
    And yonder all before us lie
    Deserts of vast eternity.

    – Andrew Marvell (To his Coy Mistress)

  • Hallelujah

    Well I heard there was a secret chord
    That David played, and it pleased the Lord
    But you don’t really care for music, do ya?
    Well it goes like this
    The fourth, the fifth
    The minor fall and the major lift
    The baffled king composing Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
    You saw her bathing on the roof
    Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
    she tied you to her kitchen chair
    And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
    And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Well baby I’ve been here before
    I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
    I used to live alone before I knew ya
    I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
    Love is not a victory march
    It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Well there was a time when you let me know
    What’s really going on below
    But now you never show that to me do you?
    And remember when I moved in you?
    And the holy dove was moving too
    And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Well maybe there’s a God above
    But all I’ve ever learned from love
    Was how to shoot somebody who’d OUT DREW YA
    And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
    It’s not somebody who’s seen in the light
    It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
    Hallelujah

  • Old Age

    “Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man.”
    – Leon Trotsky