Angels Fall First- Nightwish
An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles
Needed elsewhere
to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
[Repeat chorus]
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian
This one goes out to Johnny Cash, and all my other homies that have passed on.
September 12, 2003
September 9, 2003
September 7, 2003
In gospel essentials today, we talked of the talents that we were given in the time before this life. I was paired with someone who has become familar a few of my habits and tendencies. While in the midst of discussing, I found that I have a talent for, and I quote, "Sinful Behavior". I found this rather interesting\intriguing\hilarious. I do have to admit a bit of irreverance is rather enjoyable, but I don't think that merits 'a talent for sinful behavior'. Maybe I was curious as a child, slightly mischievious in adolescents, and perhaps high school and college held some rambunctious days, but I think it's all good. I mean, when you think about it, if everyone followed all the rules ALL the time, then we might end up with something that resembles a world like in the movie 'Demolition Man'...boring, dry, and full of radio stations that played only vintage commercials, like the Oscar Meyer weiner song. Variety is the spice of life.
September 6, 2003
Upon the completetion of the first week of school, things have been...well...rather strange. New semester, new bishopric, new roommates, new ward members, and now, new calling. The only familiarity I've had are my friends and my apartment. Alfredo still stops to chat with me, and that feels normal. All I can say is 'Thank Goodness for a Super Awesome Evanescence Concert !!!" That may have just saved my sanity. Also contributing to my peace of mind are my new DDR CD and my new Spiderman Disk thrower. I'm glad it's the simple things that really matter. Who says there are age limits on toys ?!?! Those things are the 'Fountain of Youth'. Too bad Ponce de Leon never had a Spiderman Disk shooter. It would have saved him a whole lot of trouble.