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Posted on 12/07/2011 4:29:50 PM PST by fatima
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Tull-Cold Wind to Vahalla
“Cold, cold, cold...”
One of my favorites from way back when.
It's simply called Ice.
Pavement - Greenlander
On an icy island north
In the woods beside the church
We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt
And when the April thaw
Brings us out again
We can bless the arrows
And the sun won’t stall
And the land will never fall
On virgin fields we’ll skate
Stand by children we’ll create
Like the arctic wind we spin
A windmill’s rose into the threshing soul
You can’t thresh the snow
When the snow is sending
There’s no divine grove
You can see the blankets go
Everything I did was right
Everything I said was wrong
Now I’m waiting for the night
To bring the dawn
Into the only room where the fire’s warm
Where we keep our vices warm
And it’s all that’s left
All that’s left is vices torn
Thanks corbe ((((Hugs))))
Jethro Tull- Cold Wind To Valhalla
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cgh6V-kXnv4
Jethro Tull— Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day
Meanwhile back in the year One -— when you belonged to no-one -—
you didn’t stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society -—
one day you’ll wake up in the Present Day -—
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.
Skating away -—
skating away -—
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore,
won’t you turn your head once more -— and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day -—
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind -—
you’re a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye -—
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story’s
too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody’s on the stage, and it seems like
you’re the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
Coldest song I ever heard was the Wedding March from William Tell; heard it once, and things got real cold after that.
Thanks Beautiful (((Hugs)))
Little Feat: “Cold, Cold, Cold”
Early Ping.
Good one
Thanks onona ((((Hugs))))
Moody Blues: “It’s Cold Outside of Your Heart”
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