Sunday 10 July 2011

A place of peace....

Quite a few evenings now have seen me meandering through the old gravestones and memorials in the old part of the local cemetery....


Thinking of the people who lay  here and wondering who they were and what sort of lives they lived, were they happy and fulfilling lives that made the most of every moment....







I asked my daughter what she felt as we wandered and she said "peace and a sense of hope" which I think is an enchanting way of describing the atmosphere here...




There seems to be a particularly poignant and beautiful spirit of place that is palpable especially in the evenings when I can walk here alone... I was gifted with a stone last visit,  which now sits on my altar to be pondered in a quiet moment...

Tuesday 5 July 2011

The Sons and Daughters of Robin Hood by Damh the Bard



The Sons and Daughters (of Robin Hood) – Damh the Bard
Verse 1:
We all watched you on our TV,
Right Honourable Gentlemen, apparently,
Different voices with only one aim,
To win my vote, to win the game.
People have died to pave the way,
So we can vote come polling day,
X marks the spot that gives us our voice,
But how do you vote when there isn’t a choice?

Chorus
If you thought that we would do nothing you’ve misunderstood…
For we are the Sons and Daughters of Robin Hood!

Verse 2:
See I remember exclusion zones,
At Solstice time around the Stones,
Poll Tax riots at Trafalgar Square,
The rich they got richer, the poor were stripped bare.
Building new roads with no thought for the land,
And the blood of the Beanfield is still on your hands,
Now drilling off Shetland will do just fine,
And you’re selling off forests like you closed down mines.

Chorus
If you thought that we would do nothing you’ve misunderstood…
For we are the Sons and Daughters of Robin Hood!

Bridge:
Nothing to see, there’s nothing to see, there’s nothing to see here…
Nothing to see, just look away, there’s nothing to see here…

Verse 3:
England’s green and pleasant land,
Is not there to put cash in your hands!
I see your symbol is the English oak tree,
Is that your idea of irony?
Now thousands of eyes will fall upon you,
Each watching closely what you will do,
All are ready to spoil your game,
For the blood of an outlaw flows in our veins!

Chorus
If you thought that we would do nothing you’ve misunderstood…
For we are the Sons and Daughters of Robin Hood!