And the moon grows dimmer
At the tides low ebb
And your breath comes faster
And you're aching to move
But you're caught in the web...

----------------

Nobody can tell ya
There's only one song worth singing
They may try and sell ya
Cause it hangs them up to see someone like you

But you've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

You're gonna be nowhere
The loneliest kind of lonely
It may be rough going
Just to do your thing's the hardest thing to do

Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

So if you cannot take my hand
And if you must be going
I will understand

You've gotta
Make your own kind of Music
Sing your own special song
Make your own kind of Music
Even if no body else sings along

----------------

My foundations
are in the universe
my spirit is universal
despite all pressures against me
to choose sides
black or white
man or woman
gay or straight
I am still a child
and an old woman
my blood is red
my choice is not to choose
I cannot choice
I am the exception to the rule of choice
I am one and all without exception
I defy the rules
I am me.

----------------

Sweet little cherry blossom,
blooming before her time
Moving her lips to her favorite song,
cherishing every rhyme
Swaying her hips to the rhythm,
humming along with the tune
Lost in her own little dream world
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching her I cannot help,
but go back in my mind
And suddenly I find I am 15 again

Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon

Watching the girl I'm reminded
she's quite a lot like me
Trapped in the suburbs of wonderland,
lost in her own fantasy
Somehow my heart never grew up,
no one ever burst my balloon
So here I am swirling in star dust,
slow dancing with the moon

Still believe some day my wildest dreams
will all come true
And I'll find someone who'll
make me 15 again
But until then I'm
Slow dancing with the moon
Oh, the stars got in my eyes long time ago
And I've lived my life like a love sick clown
In a bittersweet cartoon
Just a dreamy eyed kid
Slow dancing with the moon














































































































































































































Thursday, April 07, 2005

Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
-Cree Indian Prophecy


People forget about how wonderous Nature is. Everytime I'm outside I'm amazed by something. Have you ever just sat and listened to natural life. It's beautiful. More amazing than any music man has ever written. Ever changing. Full of energy. Of love, of pain, of sorrow. Everything we write about, everything we dream about, it's all there, if we'd just bother to listen. My new obsession is the sound of the waves hitting the shore. Not a sound I ever really heard before coming to Webb. I can't get enough of it now. I walk down to the beach all the time just to here it. On some nights, some quite nights, I can here it from outside Montley. Those are the nights I can be found with a strangely content look on my face. Something about that sound, just seems so right, makes me feel so right, so safe, so welcome. I know it doesn't make sense. But it's all there in nature. I'm just so glad I've learned to listen.

And, oh, the wonders that are laid before our eyes everyday if we'd only look. I forget a lot what a beautiful place I live in. I sit here and complain about how I miss the beauty of Georgia, but really I just need to realize that there is beauty here, Beauty, just different then that of Georgia. No, I can't smell the pines anymore. No, I can walk to the top of the hill and see only green tree tops. There's no muddy Chattahoochee to lap my feet in. Instead there is Welwyn. There is each solitary, majestic tree on campus, and the water! God, the water! Its so beautiful when you just learn to look. Learn to see. Have you ever just looked, and I mean really looked, at a leaf? See the detail, the intricacy, that no human being could ever replicate, or even dream of. The answer to everything, all those unanswerable questions, is there, in the veins of a leaf. If we could only learn the key, figure out how to decifer it. Though for now, I'm happy just being amazed with all I see around me. I hope I never stop being amazed.


brynnlee let the night fall at 7:34 PM

0 comments

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home


{-+-}