I heard it from the valleys
I heard it ringing in the mountains
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

I heard it from the valleys
I heard him singing in the mountains
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah


I

Here I'm sitting in the gloom
Of my quiet attic room.
France goes rolling all around,
Fledged with forest May has crowned.
And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted,
Thinking how the fighting started,
Wondering when we'll ever end it,
Back to hell with Kaiser sent it,
Gag the noise, pack up and go,
Clockwork soldiers in a row.
I've got better things to do
Than to waste my time on you.

II

Robert, when I drowse to-night,
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
Shifting dreams in mazy light,
Somewhere then I'll see your face
Turning back to bid me follow
Where I wag my arms and hollo,
Over hedges hasting after
Crooked smile and baffling laughter,
Running tireless, floating, leaping,
Down your web-hung woods and valleys,
Where the glowworm stars are peeping,
Till I find you, quiet as stone
On a hill-top all alone,
Staring outward, gravely pondering
Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering.

III

You and I have walked together
In the starving winter weather.
We've been glad because we knew
Time's too short and friends are few.
We've been sad because we missed
One whose yellow head was kissed
By the gods, who thought about him
Till they couldn't do without him.
Now he's here again; I've been
Soldier David dressed in green,
Standing in a wood that swings
To the madrigal he sings.
He's come back, all mirth and glory,
Like the prince in a fairy tory.
Winter called him far away;
Blossoms bring him home with May.

IV

Well, I know you'll swear it's true
That you found him decked in blue
Striding up through morning-land
With a cloud on either hand.
Out in Wales, you'll say, he marches
Arm-in-arm with aoks and larches;
Hides all night in hilly nooks,
Laughs at dawn in tumbling brooks.
Yet, it's certain, here he teaches
Outpost-schemes to groups of beeches.
And I'm sure, as here I stand,
That he shines through every land,
That he sings in every place
Where we're thinking of his face.

V

Robert, there's a war in France;
Everywhere men bang and blunder,
Sweat and swear and worship Chance,
Creep and blink through cannon thunder.
Rifles crack and bullets flick,
Sing and hum like hornet-swarms.
Bones are smashed and buried quick.
Yet, through stunning battle storms,
All the while I watch the spark
Lit to guide me; for I know
Dreams will triumph, though the dark
Scowls above me where I go.
You can hear me; you can mingle
Radiant folly with my jingle.
War's a joke for me and you
While we know such dreams are true!

archipelago

turtles

Rep me or I\'ll spank you.

tau tau

Cyber spankage?

please can you fuck me king buzzo

I know that feeling. People quite often ring me to say that a relative has died, and I find it quite difficult to sound like I'm not annoyed because of all the extra work it causes me. I know that sounds rather cold, but I get these calls two or three times a week and it doesn't take long before you start thinking "Christ, no, not another bloody death".

Slovakia will beat Norway's asses in the first match of Ice Hockey World cup tomorrow.

There will be this guy:



and this guy:



and this guy:



and, of course, this guy:



and the Norwegians will do shit.

(first to last: Marian Hossa, Marian Gaborik, Pavol Demitra, Miroslav Satan)

im enjoying this new Dino CD

Thank you for the reminder. I'll start it now.

someone do my CV for me!!! pleeaassseee

you want a nice CV as an example? I can send you mine, I have a neat little resume.

send away!

good, I'll search it at home tonight and send it tomorrow when I don't forget. If I do, please kick me in the face so I remember.

if youre a girl htne yes...

I got pulled over today for speeding in a school zone, and got away with only a warning. Lucky me.

If you say "Mir ist warm", then you're saying that you're warm. If, however, you say "Ich bin warm", then you're saying the same as "Ich bin schwuel", which is to say, "I am gay". If you say "Ich bin heiss", then you're saying "I am so horny and need fucking now".

In my garden, right now:





Aren't they cute?