Mary, Jacob, Katia, Adam… I found what we are staying in for our next camping trip!
Mary, Jacob, Katia, Adam… I found what we are staying in for our next camping trip!
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Dammit, George!
Excellent
50 years ago today Fellini’s 8½ premiered in Italy.
So true.
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AT LAST! A NEW DOCTOR WHO COVER! This is the first one I’ve done in about a year, with original lyrics, and it’s especially surreal and cool because this is a cover of the as-yet-unnamed track I originally sang myself in the episode “The Angels Take Manhattan.” Music by Murray Gold, I did the words. I hope you like!
AMELIA (from Doctor Who: “The Angels Take Manhattan”)
The city roof
is tipping down.
The evening’s high,
lights litter ground.
I close my eyes.
I pray to stone.
Do angels weep
when they’re alone?
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
The smoky sky,
the bullet stars…
I walked them once,
They seem so far.
You call my name,
begging me back.
“Remember silence?
Remember cracks?”
Now that i’m here,
Can I just say:
I’d love to come back,
But not today.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
Somewhere back there,
before the world,
beside a house,
there was a girl.
She ran away -
at least she tried.
He never came.
She never cried.
Since I am here,
May I just say:
I’d love to run now,
but not today.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
(INSTRUMENTAL)
If stories end,
if we should fall,
we fall together,
or not at all.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
AT LAST! A NEW DOCTOR WHO COVER! This is the first one I’ve done in about a year, with original lyrics, and it’s especially surreal and cool because this is a cover of the as-yet-unnamed track I originally sang myself in the episode “The Angels Take Manhattan.” Music by Murray Gold, I did the words. I hope you like!
AMELIA (from Doctor Who: “The Angels Take Manhattan”)
The city roof
is tipping down.
The evening’s high,
lights litter ground.
I close my eyes.
I pray to stone.
Do angels weep
when they’re alone?
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
The smoky sky,
the bullet stars…
I walked them once,
They seem so far.
You call my name,
begging me back.
“Remember silence?
Remember cracks?”
Now that i’m here,
Can I just say:
I’d love to come back,
But not today.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
Somewhere back there,
before the world,
beside a house,
there was a girl.
She ran away -
at least she tried.
He never came.
She never cried.
Since I am here,
May I just say:
I’d love to run now,
but not today.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
(INSTRUMENTAL)
If stories end,
if we should fall,
we fall together,
or not at all.
This is farewell,
the last there’ll be.
My waiting’s done now.
Remember me.
The National Intelligence Council has just released its much anticipated forecasting report, a 140-page document that outlines major trends and technological developments we should expect in the next 20 years.