Wednesday, August 25, 2004

humming to myself...

This whole world may never change
The way it's always been
I know all the ways of war
Can not change it back again

I've been searching
for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes i wonder
do you ever think of me

I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along
I only know that peace will come
When all the hate is gone

I've been searching
for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes i wonder
do you ever think of me

Sometimes i think about
Saterday's child
And all about the time
You and me were running wild

I've been searching
for the dolphins in the sea
Sometimes i wonder
do you ever think of me

This whole world may never change
This whole world may never change

Beth Orton & Terry Callier ~ pass in time


#8/26/2004 12:06:00 a.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger Fayrouz

I see someone is wanting to go to the beach. It's still cold in Sydney, isn't it?

Your poem reminded me of Darling Harbor for some reason. Maybe I'm home sick.

#8/26/2004 12:39:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger emigre

i did write a poem at bondi once but these are actually the lyrics to Beth Orton & Terry Callier singing dolphins in duet (on pass in time which i've been playing the last third of over and again this week).

#8/26/2004 12:47:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger emigre

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#8/26/2004 12:50:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger emigre

the surfers off Bondi Beach
their heads bobbing in the breakers
like flies on spilt beer
one catchs a wave, two, three
one after the other
they hover and settle again
in a collapse of foam
like flies

#8/26/2004 04:08:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger Tamara

I like that a lot, it's a song right?

#8/26/2004 04:31:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger emigre

yup Tamara, it's a Beth O song.

#8/26/2004 04:34:00 p.m. Assalam Aleikom Anonymous Anonymous

unless you meant the bondi poem, which is 100% original emigre material.

#9/05/2004 03:31:00 a.m. Assalam Aleikom Blogger Alvaro Frota

No Iraque, j? se viu,
O povo se decidiu.
N?o foi a quem o pariu,
Ao contr?rio,
Saiu do arm?rio:
Armado de carabina,
Esperando atr?s da esquina,
N?o teme carro blindado,
Sabe matar um soldado.
Enfrentou o bombardeio,
Sabe vencer tiroteio.
Sabotou o oleoduto,
O gringo ficou muito puto:
O petr?leo sumiu!
O preço subiu!
O mercado se arrepiou!
Mas o iraquiano gostou...
Tanto fez que mereceu,
Pois mostrou para o que veio.
E n?o h? americano
Pr? manter a escravid?o
Por mais um ano:
J? perdeu, e foi feio.
O Iraque ser? livre
Pois l? ninguém é cordeiro!

E você ô Brasileiro?
Onde est?,
?h patuleia?
Larga de ser bund?o!
Armado de muita idéia,
Venha pr? Revoluç?o!


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