Liebe GitGo,
(Deine PN-Box ist voll....also hier!)
da ist man ein gaaanz laaanges Wochenende offline und verpasst es einem ganz wichtigen Menschen ein Geburtstagsständchen zu singen. Asche auf mein ergrautes Haupt! Ich hole es jetzt nach und krächze, äh, warte muss den Text holen:
Time Table
"A carved oak table,
Tells a tale
Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold,
And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room to arbors cool.
A time of valor, and legends born
A time when honor meant much more to a man than life
And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong
Through lance and sword.
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.
A dusty table
Musty smells
Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor
Only feeble light descends through a film of grey
That scars the panes.
Gone the carving,
And…
Why, why can we never be sure till we die
Or have killed for an answer,
Why, why do we suffer each race to believe
That no race has been grander
It seems because through time and space
Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore."
Genesis
Sorry, sorry! Hört sich schräg an, kann halt nicht singen. Meine Einladung ist unvergessen. Wenn mal Berlin, bist Du herzlich eingeladen mit allem Drum und Dran!
Lass Jon Anderson das letzte Wort haben:
"Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe the endless night
And wait here for you
Our reason to be here
Soon oh soon the time
All we move to gain will reach and calm
Our heart is open
Our reason to be here
Long ago, set into rhyme
Soon oh soon the light
Ours to… "
In diesem Sinne: Ganz viel Licht in Deinem weiteren Leben!
der olle Leuchta.....(hoffentlich verstoße ich nicht gegen Copyrights)