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I’m coming, i’m coming home to you
I’m alive, i’m a mess
I can’t wait to get home to you
To get warm and undressed
There’ve been changes beyond my dreams
Everybody wants me to sing
There’ve been changes beyond my grasp
Things i’m sinking in
So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do
And when somebody knows you well
Well, there’s no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well, there’s no drug like that
So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do
And when i’m home, curled in your arms
And i’m safe again
I’ll close my eyes and sleep, sleep
To the sound of london rain
So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing falls like london rain
Nothing heals me like you do
© H Nova
“Discontent is the first necessity of progress.”
Thomas A. Edison, American inventor
‘Ohana an Hawaiian word; it means family. But not in the very strict sense of the term (i.e. blood-related) as we in the Western world refer to family. In Hawaiian culture ‘Ohana means a lot more: they use ‘Ohana to describe a feeling of togetherness. Individuals being bound together by feelings of respect, care and cooperation.
I was introduced to the term in 2001 when I visited Hawaii and completely forgot about the word. Recently rediscovered the word while I was looking at photos from that trip. And I realized that ‘Ohana is the best way to describe the way I feel about people dear to me.
I am very grateful to have found my ‘Ohana: supportive, patient, sometimes confronting but always givin’ me that feeling that nobody gets left behind.
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow
I hit the highway in a pink RV with stars on the ceiling
Lived like a gypsy
Six strong hands on the steering wheel
I’ve been a long time gone now
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down
But I’ve always found my way somehow
By taking the long way
Taking the long way around
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around
I met the queen of whatever
Drank with the Irish and smoked with the hippies
Moved with the shakers
Wouldn’t kiss all the asses that they told me to
No I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow
It’s been two long years now
Since the top of the world came crashing down
And I’m getting’ it back on the road now
But I’m taking the long way
Taking the long way around
I’m taking the long way
Taking the long way around
The long
The long way around
Well, I fought with a stranger and I met myself
I opened my mouth and I heard myself
It can get pretty lonely when you show yourself
Guess I could have made it easier on myself
But I, I could never follow
No I, I could never follow
Well, I never seem to do it like anybody else
Maybe someday, someday I’m gonna settle down
If you ever want to find me I can still be found
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around
Taking the long way
Taking the long way around
©2006 E Robison, M Maguire, N Maines, D Wilson
“Don’t fight forces. Use them.”
R. Buckminster Fuller, American engineer and inventor
Last Sunday of month… Apertura SD! The gang landed at Domein Teunenberg for a day of shooting and fun. Did you know you can fit 10 models in the trunk of an Opel Zafira?
Myself
Bruce was in town tonight. And I felt like an out of tune guitar. It used to be that I owned the floor at the Antwerp Sportpaleis when Bruce played there. Tonight, I could barely hold my own. I died a couple of times tonight: The Ties that Bind, Mary’s Place, Trapped and Point Blank… Killer songs. I stood in the center of the storm and survived.
And quite honestly, it is one of the best Springsteen shows I’ve seen. They played bunch of songs that were a first for me. Live that is. I am just a prisoner of rock’n’roll. And Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band IS rock’n’roll.
Thank you Bruce! Thank you Luc for standing by my side (again). And my dear sisters: thank you for makin’ me go to see the show.
“And everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back”
Boss, I believe!
Summer only really starts when the airshow season starts. Every year around this time of year, we pitch our tent an airfield of the Dutch Air Force. We stash it with camera’s, lenses, food & drinks and a laptop.
If we’re lucky, we to shoot a couple of high speed birds. If not, we just have a relaxing day in the sun…
We try to confuse eachother where ever we can. As if these times aren’t confusing enough as they are. Came across this road sign on my way home today. “Left or right for Antwerp, Honey?” “I don’t care sweetheart, you choose!”
