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From: "michaelP" <pennamacoor@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 19:52:46 +0100
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Thanks for this wonderful song, kenneth:
> BLESSED ARE...
> (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
>
> Blessed are the one way ticket holders
> on a one way street.
> Blessed are the midnight riders
> for in the shadow of God they sleep.
> Blessed are the huddled hikers
> staring out at falling rain,
> wondering at the retribution
> in their personal acquaintance with pain.
> Blessed are the blood relations
> of the young ones who have died,
> who had not the time or patience
> to carry on this earthly ride.
> Rain will come and winds will blow,
> wild deer die in the mountain snow.
> Birds will beat at heaven's wall,
> what comes to one must come to us all.
>
> For you and I are one way ticket holders
> on a one way street.
> which lies across a golden valley
> where the waters of joy and hope run deep.
> So if you pass the parents weeping
> of the young ones who have died,
> take them to your warmth and keeping
> for blessed are the tears they cried
> and many were the years they tried.
> Take them to that valley wide
> and let their souls be pacified.
and here's one no-one has heard yet by the group Extreme Middle
HALF LIFE
a cry escapes an empty room
that spins about in restless calm
a drop of blood hangs from a leaf
that stands so still =AD it cannot be
a place of silent life in death
a broken unbless't monastery
machines that hum an endless hymn
of half-life lived in sophistry
the muse forgets the chronic ill
and calls the man to chernobyl
where once again he prays amongst
the particles of martyrdom
he wants to mend the fission world
to heal the wounds that difference make
to die to change and speed of time
ride the phoenix =AD love the bomb
a cry escaped =AD an empty tune
that sings about the mutant breed
he coughs the blood that sparkles and
dreams of half-life dreams of dreams...
and goodnight
michaelP
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<FONT COLOR=3D"#0000FF">Thanks for this wonderful song, kenneth:<BR>
</FONT>> BLESSED ARE...<BR>
> (Words and Music by Joan Baez)<BR>
><BR>
> Blessed are the one way ticket holders<BR>
> on a one way street.<BR>
> Blessed are the midnight riders<BR>
> for in the shadow of God they sleep.<BR>
> Blessed are the huddled hikers<BR>
> staring out at falling rain,<BR>
> wondering at the retribution<BR>
> in their personal acquaintance with pain.<BR>
> Blessed are the blood relations<BR>
> of the young ones who have died,<BR>
> who had not the time or patience<BR>
> to carry on this earthly ride.<BR>
> Rain will come and winds will blow,<BR>
> wild deer die in the mountain snow.<BR>
> Birds will beat at heaven's wall,<BR>
> what comes to one must come to us all.<BR>
><BR>
> For you and I are one way ticket holders<BR>
> on a one way street.<BR>
> which lies across a golden valley<BR>
> where the waters of joy and hope run deep.<BR>
> So if you pass the parents weeping<BR>
> of the young ones who have died,<BR>
> take them to your warmth and keeping<BR>
> for blessed are the tears they cried<BR>
> and many were the years they tried.<BR>
> Take them to that valley wide<BR>
> and let their souls be pacified.<BR>
<BR>
<FONT COLOR=3D"#0000FF">and here's one no-one has heard yet by the group Extr=
eme Middle<BR>
</FONT><BR>
<FONT COLOR=3D"#000080">HALF LIFE<BR>
<BR>
a cry escapes an empty room<BR>
that spins about in restless calm<BR>
a drop of blood hangs from a leaf<BR>
that stands so still =AD it cannot be<BR>
<BR>
a place of silent life in death<BR>
a broken unbless't monastery<BR>
machines that hum an endless hymn<BR>
of half-life lived in sophistry<BR>
<BR>
the muse forgets the chronic ill<BR>
and calls the man to chernobyl<BR>
where once again he prays amongst<BR>
the particles of martyrdom<BR>
<BR>
he wants to mend the fission world<BR>
to heal the wounds that difference make<BR>
to die to change and speed of time<BR>
ride the phoenix =AD love the bomb<BR>
<BR>
a cry escaped =AD an empty tune<BR>
that sings about the mutant breed<BR>
he coughs the blood that sparkles and<BR>
dreams of half-life dreams of dreams...<BR>
</FONT><BR>
<FONT COLOR=3D"#0000FF">and goodnight<BR>
<BR>
michaelP</FONT>
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