Thursday, August 16, 2012

Brothers in Arms



These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be

Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher

And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die

But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Monday, August 13, 2012

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Satisfied curiosity

The first new potatoes tasted well today,
and so did the beans.

Praised be the button

Tonight, watching the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Games and after two hours consulting my watch I had to learn that only ten minutes had passed.
Luckily our TV has a button to press.

Thursday, August 09, 2012