the rose
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
Found the lyrics here.
This song always cracks me up.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give.
And the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
Found the lyrics here.
This song always cracks me up.
posted by The Editor at
4:30 PM
7 Comments:
went to the Palais in Melb for Bette Midler last time she toured - what a great show - the slutty Delores Del Rio with Sharon Redd in the backup girls, but then the fall on your knees gutwrenching give it all up Stay With Me Baby. 3000 of us in tears. compared to singing which has heart and soul, the Budgie With The Backside is just a puddle of phlegm.
I know that feeling. 12,000 of us in tears at the Ent Cent in Syd years ago listening to Annie Lennox singing "The Miracle of Love".
Now you have to come back with "That's nuffin', shen I was at Sunbury..."
The Budgie? Don't worry about her. She's gone down the sex object path and one day she'll bitch about being a sex object. Life's so sad... I love it when she tries to come accross as intelligent in interviews. You can tell she's trying hard... Ditto McPherson...
But that's not very loving, and this blog post was supposed to have been dedicated to love.... tsk tsk...
What? You don't mean Lennie McPherson? Mr BIG?
(Careful, he might hear you.)
Nooooo... I meant Elle McPherson...
silly me failed to make it clear that my reference to Ms Midler was on account of her gutwrenchingly emotional rendition of The Rose. There's nothing as wonderful as meaningful song, sung with meaning.
PS forgot to say that I did not go to Sunbury 72. not fond of dust & sunburn.
Brownie, yep, she nails it with The Rose. I think that song destroys me every time because it reminds me just how bound-up my ability to love is.
Sunbury/dust/sunburn. Snob! :-)
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