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So I really don't use this anymore, but these lyrics are really pretty.
Well actually, the lyrics are alright, the song is beautiful.
"Lily's Eyes" - The Secret Garden
This song is sang by two brothers (though neither is aware the other is singing it).
Archibald, a miserable hunchback, was once happy and married to Lily, a beautiful and loving woman.
Lily brought life and happiness to the mansion where Archibald lives, especially through the growth of beautiful gardens on the grounds. Lily had her own garden, which was the most fantastic, but unfortunately and ironically she dies in the garden while pregnant. The son is born prematurely and lives, but is believed to be horribly handicapped. Archibald cannot bear to visit the son when he is awake for fear that he may frighten or somehow injure the boy. Also, the son serves as a painful memory for Archibald. Archibald's brother, Neville, is a doctor, and is called to the mansion to live there and watch after the boy. Through this song, we learn that Neville also loved Lily, and therefore makes everyone believe the son Colin is terminally handicapped so that happiness will not return to the place.
However, when Mary, a young girl and Archibald's niece (born of Lily's sister) comes to the mansion after her parents die, life slowly begins returning to the home. Mary helps heal Colin and finds Lily's garden and brings it back to life. As soon as Mary arrives at the place, the extreme similarity between her and Lily is immediately recognized by all that knew Lily, especially Archibald and Neville. Perhaps the most striking similarity are the piercing hazel eyes shared by both Mary and her aunt.
The eyes cause Archibald to reminisce upon happier times and remember what he once had. They cause Neville to remember what he never had but what he wished for desperately.
It is a beautiful song and show, with wonderful metaphors about love, unhappiness, storms, life, and gardens.
If I were you I'd buy this song on I-tunes for 99 cents, or rent the CD from the library and import it.
Neville:
Strangely quiet, but now the storm simply rests to strike again.
Standing, waiting, I think of her.
I think of her.
Archibald:
Strange, this Mary, she leaves the room yet remains, she lingers on.
Something stirs me to think of her.
I think of her...
Neville:
From death she casts her spell.
All night we hear her sighs,
And now a girl has come who has her eyes.
She has her eyes,
The girl has Lily's hazel eyes.
Those eyes that saw him happy long ago.
Those eyes that gave him life and hope he'd never known.
How can he see the girl and miss those hazel eyes?
Archibald:
She has her eyes,
This girl has Lily's hazel eyes.
Those eyes that closed and left me all alone.
Those eyes I feel will never, ever let me go.
How can I see this girl who has her hazel eyes?
In Lily's eyes a castle this house seemed to be,
And I her bravest knight became.
My lady fair was she.
Neville:
She has her eyes,
She has my Lily's hazel eyes.
Those eyes that loved my brother, never me.
Those eyes that never saw me, never knew I longed
To hold her close,
To live, at last,
In Lily's eyes.
Archibald:
Imagine, me, a lover!
Neville:
I longed for the day
She'd turn and see me standing there
Neville: Archibald:
What God had let her stay. What God had let her stay.
She has her eyes, She has
She has
She has Lily's hazel eyes My Lily's hazel eyes
Those eyes that saw
Those eyes at first I loved so. Me happy long ago.
How can I now forget that How can I now forget that once
I dared to be I dared to be
In love, alive, and whole In love, alive, and whole
In Lily's eyes? In Lily's eyes?
In Lily's eyes. In Lily's eyes.
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[05 Jun 2007|09:09pm] |
"Curva"
-Federico Garcia Lorca
Con un lirio en la mano
te dejo.
¡Amor de mi noche!
Y viudita de mi astro
te encuentro. ¡Domador de sombrías
mariposas!
Sigo por mi camino.
Al cabo de mil años
me verás.
¡Amor de mi noche! Por la vereda azul,
domador de sombrías
estrellas
seguiré mi camino. Hasta que el Universo
quepa en mi corazón.
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[25 May 2007|05:24pm] |
"I want to be
like the waves on the sea
like the clouds in the wind,
but I'm me.
One day I'll jump
out of my skin.
I'll shake the sky
like a hundred violins."
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| MUN |
[22 Apr 2007|05:37pm] |
I've been busy lately.
This past weekend, I had a MUN officers' retreat in Mount Holly.. or was it Mount Laurel?
Anyway, it has gotten me so excited for this coming conference. Actually, that's really far away, but the retreat got me pumped for MUN in general next year.
I really love being an officer. It was great to see how much change we are able to make over long and short periods of time.
And the kids are all pretty cool. We are a good group. Can't wait for the next meeting or whatever.
I really love MUN.
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[15 Apr 2007|08:26pm] |
I visited and absolutely love Notre Dame.
And returned from snow covered Indiana to this.
Cranford is sinking.
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| Update |
[19 Mar 2007|07:37pm] |
I can drive, and it is now one of my absolute favorite things to do. So freeing and relaxing.
If we keep conditioning as hard as we did in lax today, I will be in the best shape of my life by the end of the week. Woo I feel good.
C-Town LaX '07.
Driving.
Lots of money and gifts from birthday.
Things are good.
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| B-List Celebrities! |
[18 Feb 2007|01:40pm] |
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Ashley Parker Angel and I are, like, tight.
Okay, maybe we're not tight. But we exchanged words. And he practically hit on Genna. I'll try and get pictures soon.
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[02 Feb 2007|05:39pm] |
Help me out? Thanks.
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[14 Jan 2007|02:28pm] |
If you know what you want, then you go, and you find it, and you get it,
And you give, and you take, and you bid, and you bargain or you live to regret it!
There are rights and wrongs and in-betweens,
No one waits when fortune intervenes!
Why you do what you do, that's the point
All the rest of it is chatter.
If the thing you do is pure and intent,
If it's meant and it's just a little bent,
Doesn't matter.
What matters is that everyone tells tiny lies,
What's important really is the size!
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[07 Jan 2007|04:56pm] |
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Chief Justice of the ICJ.
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[05 Dec 2006|10:17pm] |
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Happy Birthday
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[03 Dec 2006|06:01pm] |
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Maria - WSS |
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Hi. So it's December and finally cold. I've been busy and whatnot. I just wanted to update.
Oh, today.
2006 is almost over.
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[22 Nov 2006|12:43am] |
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It makes me angry that CHS has all these special titles like "National School of Character" and "Star School", but when it comes down to it, we just prance around with these titles because we wanted more money and therefore made kids write stupid essays about diversity or whatever.
Because when it comes down to it, very, very few kids are truly kind people. We are all pretty mean and disgusting and immature. A lot of teachers are this way too. In fact, most humans are.
I am, too. I am immature, and when I'm in bad moods I'll be mean to/ about people.
I don't see how kids can seriously pick on/ bully kids. I don't get how people can be so digusting. Especially when the kids they pick on clearly have some problem/ disorder/ something else. How are people so stupid?
I wish I, as one passionate person, were able to stop all bullying, harrassment, and stupid and immature kids.
Cranford High School, other high schools, and most people in the world, you are living lives of superficial bullshit.
Thank you.
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[18 Nov 2006|05:54pm] |
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While doing nothing all day, I was just thinking:
When we are being conceived, we are one of what, thousands of sperm?
Then why did we make it first? We beat out so many other prospective humans ... and here we are.
I think it just proves that there is a reason why we are here, and why we are who we are. We are us. We are the genetic combinations of that one sperm and that egg. We are what our enviroment has shaped us to be.
We are not what those other sperms may have been like.
We are lucky.
We are chosen.
We are.
Why?
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| A Day : Sudoku |
[16 Nov 2006|05:46am] |
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Each day is like a problem that must be solved. We must try to use prior knowledge, and we must not be afraid to make mistakes. We can not just take things piece by piece, for if we ever wish to reach the solution, we must look at the problem as a whole. Although occasionally we need to take the problem one step at a time and although we must live life in the moment from time to time, the solution is so much greater than any one event and any one number in the right place. It may take a while to solve the problem, and some are easier than others, but we must try equally as hard for every problem and during each day. Eventually, we will all reach our own unique solution, and the day will be done.
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[14 Nov 2006|03:00am] |
Just kidding:
no more smoking.
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[07 Nov 2006|11:35pm] |
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I apologize in advance to my lungs, which will endure the pain of the cigar smoking I will be taking up for the next week and a half.
Sorry, boys.
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| Sweet. |
[22 Oct 2006|10:14pm] |
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Harry and the Potters |
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I started a largely successful slow clap at Six Flags Fright Fest.
And it was all thanks to some kick-ass mom, a security guard, and human unity.
Rock on, and "don't be blacken", or whatever it was those (WHITE)boys were saying.
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[18 Oct 2006|05:03pm] |
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I'm tomorrow's contestant on "Spirit or No Spirit?"!!!!!
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| Dulcinea |
[09 Oct 2006|05:30pm] |
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I like this song a lot.
It's from "Man of La Mancha", the musical version of "Don Quixote de La Mancha" which was written by Cervantes. I'm pretty sure that Senora Crocamo informed us last week that that book is the second most widely read book after the Bible.
The premise is that Don Quixote is senile and thinks he is a knight on a great quest. Among other adventures, one main focus of his quest is the maiden that he claims he does all his good deeds for. He calls her Dulcinea. In the novel he never meets her. In the musical he meets a prostitute named Aldonza, but in his derangement he sees her as the most fair and beautiful maiden there is... Dulcinea.
The name "Dulcinea" roughly means "sweetness" in Spanish. It comes from the word "dulce" which is a sweet. He sings this song about her and about finding her. It's really nice.
That's about it.
Besides that uhh everything is going good.
END.
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