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Losing My Religion
Oh
Life
Is bigger
It’s bigger than You
And You are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in Your eyesOh no I’ve said too much
I set it upThat’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlightLosing my religion
Trying to keep up with You
And I don’t know if I can do itOh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enoughI thought that I heard You laughing
I thought that I heard You sing
I think I thought I saw You tryEvery whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on You
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
FoolOh no I’ve said too much
I set it upConsider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip
That brought me to my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said
Too muchI thought that I heard You laughing
I thought that I heard You sing
I think I thought I saw You tryBut that was just a dream
That was just a dreamThat’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with You
And I don’t know if I can do itOh now I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enoughI thought that I heard You laughing
I thought that I heard You sing
I think I thought I saw You tryBut that was just a dream
Try
Cry
Why
Try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
DreamR.E.M.
King Of Pain
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
There’s a black cat caught in a high tree top
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stopI have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s My destiny to be the King Of PainThere’s a little black spot on the sun today
That’s my soul up there
It’s the same old thing as yesterday
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black cat caught in a high tree top
That’s my soul up there
There’s a flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop
That’s my soul up thereI have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s My destiny to be the King Of PainThere’s a fossil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That’s my soul up there
There’s a blue whale beached by a springtide’s ebb
That’s my soul up there
There’s a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web
That’s my soul up thereI have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s My destiny to be the King Of PainThere’s a King on a throne with His eyes torn out
There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of breadKing Of Pain
There’s a red fox torn by a huntsman’s pack
That’s my soul up there
There’s a black winged gull with a broken back
That’s my soul up there
There’s a little black spot on the sun today
It’s the same old thing as yesterdayI have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running ’round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s My destiny to be the King Of PainKing Of Pain
King Of Pain
King Of Pain
I’ll always be
King of Pain
I’ll always be
King of Pain
I’ll always be
King of Pain..The Police
Fiction Factory
Well.. this year’s Rugby World Cup promises to be quite a tournament. New Zealand are of course the team to beat (and most can only dream of that), showing their pedigree this weekend with the total destruction of an Italy side who , let’s not forget, put up a decent show earlier this year in the Six Nations. The All Blacks supremacy is quite frightening. God only knows what manner of ridiculous scorelines will appear in their remaining pool matches.
Scotland did well, they looked pretty lively and ran in eight converted tries against minnows Portugal today. Stiffer opposition awaits in Romania but they should triumph on the basis of today’s display. They MUST beat Italy to have any chance of progressing methinks.
But, it also must be said, that since winning the inaugural tournament in 1987, New Zealand have found the going tough in this competition – often peaking and showing their cards way too early. Australia’s annihilation of Japan yesterday was a lesson in the ruthless efficiency of textbook rugby – the Wallabies, happy to keep it all in the scope of their forwards on many occasions, ended up giving an all round masterclass. A very strong, well organised, capable pack that demonstrates an interesting contrast in style to the lightning fast, quick-offload, almost “touch rugby” of the All Blacks. Another interesting point is Australia’s very good record in World Cups.
Next up for them.. the quixotic Wales. Canada gave the Welsh quite a scare today… Wales’ superior fitness and a healthy bench proving the difference between them and the spirited, dangerous Canadians.
England… well, alas, utterly bland and clueless I’m afraid. The World Champions should be battering the likes of the hapless Americans. Yesterday evening’s 28-10 result and (more worryingly) overall performance was quite wretched. Massive improvements are needed with friday’s crunch game against South Africa to come. Yet again, the familiar penalty inducing rolling maul from the English proved valuable, this together with their predictable cross kicking got them past the post here, but the overall breakdown of open play moves, and lack of sharpness, imagination or contingency will not go unpunished by the merciless Springboks.
South Africa themselves put together a wonderful passage that resulted in 50 unanswered points against Samoa today, and despite a rusty start, were always in control.The France – Argentina opener was fascinating – a result that will hopefully set some form of trend for upset and romance. A massive defensive effort from the Pumas stunned a nervous, out of sorts French side and certainly put the cat amongst the pigeons in this “Group Of Death”. France’s kicking was simply dreadful, and it would seem the pressure of both the occasion and the rugged, pragmatic Pumas caused an indecisive implosion in the French ranks. Worrying for the hosts.
But nowhere near as worrying as the disaster of a “performance” from Ireland tonight. Facing the lowest ranking team in the tournament, we all expected a cricket score. Not so. 32-17 is nowhere near good enough. Ireland were shockingly bad. Unforced errors and general wastefulness, dreadful kicking, over running the ball, atrocious forward play (actually NO forward play), a non existent ruck.. the list is endless. Ireland were at times simply out muscled and outplayed by a Namibia team filled with amateurs. Ireland have a week to recover and regroup for the Georgia game, then a further week till France. Argentina will also fancy their chances of beating this shambles. Judging by this, and their awful form in the warm up matches, things don’t look good at all.
Even at this early stage, it’s hard to see beyond the three major southern hemisphere outfits.
Happy Birthday sunny :) xx
Hide And Seek
There was a time when there was nothing at all
Nothing at all
Just a distant hum
There was a Being and He lived on His own
He had no one to talk to
And nothing to doHe drew up the plans
Learned to work with His hands
A million years passed by
And His work was done
And His words were these…Hope you find it in everything
Everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything
Everything that you see
Hope you find it
Hope you find it
Hope you find Me in YouSo She had built Her elaborate home
With its ups and its downs
It’s rains and it’s sun
She decided that Her work was done
Time to have fun
And find a game to playThen as part of the game
She completely forgot where She’d hidden Herself
And She spent the rest of Her time
Trying to find the partsHope you find it in everything
Everything that you see
Hope you find it in everything
Everything that you see
Hope you find it
Hope you find it
Hope you find Me in YouThere was a time when there was nothing at all
Nothing at all
Just a distant humHoward Jones