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reede, 17. aprill 2020

Fotojaht - muster

Tundmatu Kataloonia sepa tehtud muster teab mis sajandist.
Maja ise oli 12-ndast.

laupäev, 7. märts 2020

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

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Laulukirjutajad: David Jon Gilmour / Nicholas Berkeley Mason / George Roger Waters / Richard William Wright

Laulu Time (Live, Delicate Sound Of Thunder) sõnad – © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

kolmapäev, 1. jaanuar 2020

Mitte et see aastanumbri vahetus erilist tähendust omaks ...

... aga loodan alanud aastalt paremat kui eelmiselt, mis möödus ühe kuradi eluka dikteerimisel.

Ise kah imestan, et see väljaspoole eriti (vist?) ei paistnud.