Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Simon & Garfunkel : El Condor Pasa (1970)
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail.
Yes I would,
If I could,
I surely would.
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
Yes I would,
If I only could,
I surely would.
CHORUS
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world
Its saddest sound,
Its saddest sound.
I'd rather be a forest than a street.
Yes I would.
If I could,
I surely woud.
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could,
I surely would.
Year of the Watersnake 2013
This is a big year for me, and for other Water Snake people...and other Snake folk in general as well. It is a year of change and shock and awe, and also for growth and wonder and meaning... a year of 'shedding the old skin', which can be somewhat painful at times, for sure, I feel that deeply.
Time to light a little incense stick or two
AS for being an Atheist, well, yes....
Yes...I am......but I still really like the China Gods, and the Thai King as God(King of Kings, The Great King Rama IX, the King above Buddha, above Mo0hammed, above Yahweh and Jesus, to name just a few...I do love the Thai King, Rama IX, the all Powerful, the All Good), and, um, I love the yellow light from the candles and the pungence of coconut incense in the air... still a romantic in love with God...and what does God, King Rama IX do except change, manifest, correlate life, juxtapose, counterpoint...etc etc...so, yes, still an atheist, and a happy one, but still in love with it all...sigh...smile...blink...ah, life, so wonderful...Life is full of paradox, and indeed of contradictions, and so am I, and I'm happy to be me.
Lots of Activity at Local Shops just now in preparation for the big Rugby league Game tonight between Queensland and New South Wales...
....Metric tonnes of alcohol being sold and the general sense of 'fever' in the air.
I think I'll support the NSW Blues tonight, having been born there many years ago, in that small village, in Gondola Road, in a manger, with the gifts of gold and myrrh and frankinscence, with the Three Wise Marsupials, the Koala, the Kangaroo, and the O'Possum...(an O'Possum is quite similar to a Possum, except it is Irish) all of us there under the bright comet's eternal light, and with Mum and dad, Bill and Flo; and Jim and Bob and Laurie... with JOK the pup and Fang, the cat...and the Chinese chickens in the holy backyard.... Yes..."Go The BLUES! The Almighty Blues!"
As time went by many football type games were played in that sacred backyard space, limited only by the paling fences, and the drain over the back fence. It was a river, really, a holy swampy river...and once a ball went over the back fence and in there, well, it was a murky slimy business indeed to retrieve it.
I've tried to have that backyard declared a sacred site for all time, for all Wang-Fitzpatricks...but the fascist state won't do that...so someone else owns my home and homelands now...some white person...grumble, grumble, grumble.
BUT the day of The Reckoning will come!
I think I'll support the NSW Blues tonight, having been born there many years ago, in that small village, in Gondola Road, in a manger, with the gifts of gold and myrrh and frankinscence, with the Three Wise Marsupials, the Koala, the Kangaroo, and the O'Possum...(an O'Possum is quite similar to a Possum, except it is Irish) all of us there under the bright comet's eternal light, and with Mum and dad, Bill and Flo; and Jim and Bob and Laurie... with JOK the pup and Fang, the cat...and the Chinese chickens in the holy backyard.... Yes..."Go The BLUES! The Almighty Blues!"
As time went by many football type games were played in that sacred backyard space, limited only by the paling fences, and the drain over the back fence. It was a river, really, a holy swampy river...and once a ball went over the back fence and in there, well, it was a murky slimy business indeed to retrieve it.
I've tried to have that backyard declared a sacred site for all time, for all Wang-Fitzpatricks...but the fascist state won't do that...so someone else owns my home and homelands now...some white person...grumble, grumble, grumble.
BUT the day of The Reckoning will come!
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