Thursday, May 24, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
rest in peace, Ian.
27 years.....
listen to the silence, let it ring on
eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
we would have a fine time living in the night
left to blind destruction
waiting for our sight
and we would go on as though nothing was wrong
and hide from these days we remained all alone
staying in the same place, just staying out the time
touching from a distance
further all the time
dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
well I could call out when the going gets tough
the things that we've learnt are no longer enough
no language, just sound, that's all we need know
to synchronise love
to the beat of the show
and we could dance......
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
edge of the world.
we stood out to sea, and on the second day again made the land, when we saw on our weather-bow this notorious promontory in its proper form — veiled in a mist, and its dim outline surrounded by a storm of wind and water. great black clouds were rolling across the heavens, and squalls of rain, with hail, swept by us with such extreme violence. Cape Horn.