Lebanese Jester

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And when my days are over, how will you remember me?

Nothing is quite as it seems, at least not for me. I’ve been so many years inside this prison, in this shell I call myself, too many years for one little fight. My bones are aching and my will has dissipated. My life only hangs on the last thread of hope I have left. And all the words of wisdom never seem to ease the pain,’ cause the gateway from the land of my dreams has been shut.
So I surrender and admit to my shortcomings. I accept the fact that it makes no difference where I turn, for I will not make any impact, nor will I change my destiny. Sir Lancelot will never find the Grail, and even if he did, it will probably be too late. I have chosen to live my life in the wrong era and was forced to live it in the wrong place. Although I never believed in martyrdom, I believed (at a certain time) in a noble cause; but now I know that there are no noble men.
47 years wasted, so I lay me down to sleep.
If only I could !
TFEH !

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June 28, 2009 Posted by | Epitaph, King Crimson, Sir Lancelot | | 2 Comments

Say it with music !

July 4, 2008 Posted by | Gerard Lenormand, Jhonny Lothoss, King Crimson, love, Music, Paul Anka, Randy Vanwarmer | 1 Comment

Epitaph

While waiting for youtube to upload (it has been over an hour now) a clip for my next blog, TV in the background (in case of “khabar 3ajel) and music playing; came this song by King Crimson. I thought “how appropriate”, so I decided to share the lyrics.

“The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying”.

May 16, 2008 Posted by | King Crimson, Music | 2 Comments