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Monday, 4/10/2006, 1:45 p.m. (In Italy)
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"A man's either got to get busy living...or get busy dying."—Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption
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*looks at watch* Holy hell, it's almost my birthday...again. I only have one real addition to my wish list this year, and this I want very much extremely...the microns. Okay, that's all...resume your daily operations.
~Elly~
There is no end to wonderment.
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Wednesday, 12/15/04, 2:22 p.m.
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"Hey, you, I love your soul."—Skillet
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I love this take on "Waltzing Matilda". XD
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli.
How well I remember that terrible day
When the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again.
Now those who were living did their best to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, Christ I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
And no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
To the green bushes so far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned all their faces away.
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the or their dreams of past glory.
I see the old men, all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, What are they marching for?
And I ask myself the same question.
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll go a-waltzing Matilda with me?
?"Waltzing Matilda," The Pogues
~Elly~
With as much as I've seen, I haven't seen enough that I've liked.
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Wednesday, 12/15/04, 2:22 p.m.
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"I write down everything I want to remember. That way, instead of spending a lot of time trying to remember what it is I wrote down, I spend the time looking for the paper I wrote it down on."—Beryl Pfizer
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I only post here when it's either my birthday or Christmas, but oh well. Here's my wishlist, for those who need it. On to the rest of my post...
Xcel Energy has recently increased their price for natural gas 16 cents over the last 2 months: a 26% increase. Our bill was insane last month. I'm just posting here as a general protest to wasting the earth's natural resources and stupid corporations charging exorbitant prices. Argh!
~Elly~
With as much as I've seen, I haven't seen enough that I've liked.
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Friday, 4/9/04, 1:00 p.m.
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"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportions."—Sir Francis Bacon
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Yeah, so, it's my birthday soon, though I think everyone's forgotten about it (which, considering my birthday last year, may not be a bad thing). But for those of you who haven't, here's my wishlist...again. Enjoy.
~Elly~
With as much as I've seen, I haven't seen enough that I've liked.
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Friday, 1/23/04, 10:30 p.m.
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"Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it."—Jane Wagner
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HELLO! this is the first official launch of this new part of my page, which has in actuality been around for more than a year (probably more like two). I hope it was worth the wait!!
~Elly~
With as much as I've seen, I haven't seen enough that I've liked.
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Wednesday, 12/14/03, 8:05 p.m.
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"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully."—Richard Bach, "Illusions"
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Okies! I know, time is getting short, so here it comes. My wishlist. I think it may still be incomplete, but here it is, for those of you who haven't gotten me a present yet...
Wishlist
~Elly~
With as much as I've seen, I haven't seen enough that I've liked.
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