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I love this song. Definitely a favorite of mine of the ones we're singing. Hard, too, of course. *lol*

Anyway. It's based on a poem written by one of the first women to become an Episcopal priest. Here's the actual poem:

Call

There is a new sound
of roaring voices in the deep
and light-shattered rushes in the heavens;
the mountains are coming alive,
the fire-kindled mountains, moving again
to reshape the earth.
It is we sleeping women,
waking up in a darkened world,
cutting the chains from off our bodies
with our teeth, stretching our lives
over the slow earth,
seeing, moving, breathing in the vigor
that commands us to make all things new.

It has been said that while the women sleep,
the earth shall sleep.
But listen! We are waking up and rising,
and soon our sisters will know their strength.
The earth-moving day is here.
We women wake to move in fire.
The earth shall be remade.

Alla Bozarth, 1974


The end bit, where we sing, "The earth shall be remade, shall be remade..." sends shivers up my spine. Doesn't hurt that on my practice CD, she put a recording of another chorus singing it.

Oh man. June is sooner than I thought. Yikes. *lol* I need to practice! But it's hard to find a place/time where I can sing along with a CD and not feel really really self-concious. Grrr.

And what's with this "work" thing I gotta go to? Who the hell invented that??

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Apparently, someone has made the executive decision that all the radios at work will be on the 80's station. Before, the one at chart assembly was always K-lite and the other one got flipped around all the time, but mostly Z100. Now, 80's all day on both radios. I'm honestly not complaining. Some of it is really crappy, but they play some good stuff too. I think they played four songs by The Police today, not that I mind. Especially "Don't Stand So Close To Me" which I realize is probably meant to be kinda creepy, but I really like it anyway.

Her friends are so jealous
You know how bad girls get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To be the teacher's pet
Temptation, frustration
So bad it makes him cry
Wet bus stop, she's waiting
His car is warm and dry

Don't stand, don't stand so
Don't stand so close to me

And then there's U2's Sunday Bloody Sunday. Another song about an unfortunate subject that I really like.

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

Figure that crap out, eh?

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Oh, and the woman in payroll "did some research" and was able to give me back my money. Pre-tax and everything. WTF??

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So, I was on the bus the other day, just like most days. An older guy, maybe late forties, was driving. A woman gets on, and at first I think she's his replacement driver because she sticks her bag behind his seat, but she goes and sits down. A few stops later she goes up to the driver and they start talking quietly. Then she kisses him (we were at a red light). They keep talking, and I was fascinated by how they looked at each other. Keep in mind, neither of them are stereotypically good looking. He was bald and had a little extra weight. Her hair was frizzy and her face showed that she wasn't, y'know, my age or something. But they still looked at each other in a way that showed they still found each other desirable--and their kiss wasn't obscene or anything, but was still more than a routine hello.

I don't know why, but oh man that made me so happy. I want to feel like that when I'm their age. I sometimes joke that I want to be having sex until I'm dead, but it's true. I'm looking forward to being older, and being with someone for a long time, and still thinking they're hot stuff.

Reminds me of a bit I saw Jeff Foxworthy do--he's a stand-up comedian. It was somthing like: "You young single people think you've got it made, having sex with different people all the time. But y'know what? I know the combination to my wife's safe deposit box. Three to the left, four to the right--'Oh yes!'--you're welcome, honey." *lol*

That kind of long-term affectionate love reminds me of a campfire. It's comforting and and warm and you can be near it a long time and not get burned. That doesn't make it boring, though.

I know I've done it before and I'll probably do it again, but in the end it's not fun to have the kind of fire that burns you. I don't know if I'm making sense. Some fires burn hot and fast, but you pay for it. When I was a toddler my mom was ironing clothes, and she told me not to touch the iron. When she had her back turned, I did anyway. It hurt like hell, of course--but I had to do it. I had to know what it felt like. My curiousity was too strong (thank gods it wasn't the stove). I've done that in other ways--I know this is going to hurt, but I can't stop myself from doing it anyway. Well, that makes it sound like I have no self-control at all. I suppose I could stop, but I don't know that I really wanted to at the time.

Bleh. Enough heavy metaphors for now.