| The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the Bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me
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| Im sure most of you have heard Imagine by John Lennon.
Imagine
John Lennon And The Plastic Ono Band
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
And I came across a poem someone had written in responds to the song... I am not sharing it with you guys because it is a wonderfully written poem, but rather on the magnitude of emotions the poem had on me and the astonishing amount of parallels I can draw from my own personal feelings are just incredible. And maybe some of you guys would feel the same way.
Dearest Mr. Lennon,
You don't really know me
because you died
three years before
my birth.
But I just wanted
to tell you
that I heard your song
the other day
and it made me think
about simpler times
when I was a kid.
When the idea
of heaven and hell
was beyond my grasp
and countries,
war and religion
were just words
I read about
in school.
Now that I'm older
and I hear your song
it seems so perfect,
so fitting for
these times
in which we live.
You were a dreamer--
maybe the best of them--
and I know now
that you were right.
In your song, you said
you weren't the only one,
and I couldn't agree more.
I can only
imagine the world
you wanted to see
before the lights
went out for you
on that cold
December night.
So I'll accept
your invitation
in joining you, the "we,"
the rest of "us."
Until then,
Mr. Lennon,
I'll keep dreaming.
And maybe, some day,
we will see the world
you wanted to see.
And thank you andrew for posting that article on facebook.
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| I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all
It's a pink moon
It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.
Nick Drake is da shit |
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