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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

hmmm i seriously should compile a list of recently bought cds so that i can fully realise the extent of my spending while simultaneously escape from kwok's essay. so here goes.

Lennon Legend-- The Very Best of John Lennon
Linkin Park-- Meteora Tour Edition
Sada Masashi-- Slow Life Story
Joan Baez-- Diamonds
Andy Williams-- Moon River Collection (technically bought by my dad, but who cares)
Sentimental Hits 2 and 3
Glen Campbell-- Simply the Best
The Very Best of Women's Jazz Vocals
Don Henley-- Actual Miles
Natsukawa Rimi -- Teida
Natsukawa Rimi -- Sora no Keshiki
Jose Feliciano -- Light my Fire (again, technically, my dad bought it, but I abducted the cd)
Gospellers -- Dressed up to the Nines

not a lot, i see. gives me reason to buy more good discs. oh carole king rocks-- here's the lyrics for her song tapestry. dunno why i just find it quite enchanting. she won three grammys for her album of the same name sometime back in the 1970s. yay.

Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrows woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and seem impossible to hold

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand come down empty

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back
He's came to take me back

Anonymous dreamed something wonderful at 9:26 am
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