Please

So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted'
Til you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away

You had to winYou couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the classYour flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...Please...

So you never knew
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground 'til they made you crawl
So you never knew
That the heaven you keep, you stole
Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick-on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy warYour northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
Leave me out of this please

So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of

September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
Down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain

October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again

Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees, yeah
Please...please...please...Please...

So love is big
Is bigger than us
But love is not
What you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive

'Cause you my love I could never believe

(please BY U2 found on Pop)

Wake Up Dead Man

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me,
tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

(wake up dead man BY U2 found on Pop)

It funny how things work sometimes.
I was having a hard time last night while trying to got to sleep, with a million and one thoughts running thru my mind. I had the word lamentations running thru my head, after listening to Please and Wake Up Dead Man, both by U2 on Pop. So i flicked open the bible and found this. It was pretty much exactly what i needed.

It's a Good Thing to Hope for Help from God (Lamentations 3 : 19-36)

19- 21 Never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I've swallowed.I remember it all— oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom.But there's one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

22-24 God's loyal love couldn't have run out, his merciful love couldn't have dried up.They're created new every morning. How great your faithfulness!I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over). He's all I've got left.

25-27 God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, to the woman who diligently seeks.It's a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from God.It's a good thing when you're young to stick it out through the hard times.

28-30 When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence.Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions: Wait for hope to appear.Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face. The "worst" is never the worst.

31-33 Why? Because the Master won't ever walk out and fail to return.If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way:

34-36 Stomping down hard on luckless prisoners,Refusing justice to victims in the court of High God,Tampering with evidence— the Master does not approve of such things.

all in the family

My aunty (mums oldest alive sister) from New Zealand just rang, and they way she spoke reminded me of all of mum's sisters and grandma.

It got me thinking, what traits have been past on to me by my parents? Do i want these traits....what ones do i wish i had?

One thing past on to me is my middle name, being ruth. I don't really like it, purely, i think, because it is my mums own name. I really should be proud to have the same name as my own mum. Yet i still roll my eyes at it.

My dad past his sense of humer on to me. We both get the same jokes, like the same kind of comedy....i love it.

My mum past on to me the love of reading. Even when i was a baby, i would sleep anywhere as long as there was a book under my pillow.

Dad past on his creativity in the kitchen. It really annoyes me, however, when i am cooking, and he tries to tell me how to do something, or keeps making suggestions to me...ggrrrrrrr

Mum past on her ability to not care what others think of me, to beable to let comments slide off my back and not take any notice of them. This has made a huge difference to how i can interact with people and has proberly made things a lot easier for me in general.

Dad past on his love of good music. What more can i say....growing up with pink floyd, U2, bob dylan, midnight oil, van morrison...the list goes on and on

Mum also past on her shyness. When i was younger, i was terribly shy. I grew out of it at mecs slowly. I still get shy easily is social settings where the group is larger, but am fine when its 5-8 ppl.

I am not to sure how it end this rant....so this will do

empire records

Nothing can beat a good find at an op-shop.....except a few really good finds.

I decided to go opshopping this late morning, going to brotherhood in croydon, and some other big one in bayswater.

At the first one, my finds were:
* a sliver tray = $3
*Book: Antonio S and the mistery of Theodore Guzman by Odo Hirsch =$1
*Book: Looking for Alibrandi by Melina Marchetta = $1
*Special mention: i found the best salt and pepper shakers...they where holly hobbs...kinda wish i had have got them

Second op-shop goods:
*Video: shooting fish, one of my faves = $2
*record: make way for dionne warwick
*record: A very special christmas: with U2, sting, run-dmc, madonna etc
*record: Tom jones live
*record: Jesus christ superstar: original australia cast soundtrack
*record: My fair lady: with rax harrison and Julie andrews
*record: Bedknobs + broomsticks: the story and songs
*record: Ain't it great to be crazy, with Mike and Michelle: we had it on tape when i was a kid
*record: Anne Murray, theres a hippo in my tub: ditto on tape

BARGAINS: the records were 3 for $2 :P

golden lions

After waking up in a very creative mood i was dismaid to find i had no idea of what i really wanted to do. A few minutes later, the very girl sam sms'ed me! What a stroke of pure luck....just the girl to egg me on in the creative stakes!

We got talking linguistics ( what a brillent word) and started thinking of all the golden oldies that seem to be making a small comeback.
She then siad i (being me) had not blogged for a while.....which has led me to blog on all the golden old words/sayings we came up with...plus a few more.
Enjoy!

Buxom: as in....boy oh boy, she's a buxom lass
dandy : as in...have a dandy day
bonnie: as in....what a bonnie baby


too many....

'Boys who grow too fast become stupid and lazy'

I am rarely ever sucked into the world of advertising. I have always baged out people who get sucked into the niceities of advertising.

Until yesterday that is.
Because yesterday was the day I brought a box of cheerios, just to get a new copy of the Roald Dahl classic 'Georgie's Marvellous Medicine.'

I now also know, that even though cheerios are suposed to be a 'family favourite cereal' I really don't like them.

unsettle our hearts
feel challenged
feel encouraged
feel like we will never stop
continue to grow
continue to learn
in you
about you
unsettle our hearts
not get comfortable
not get lazy
not get caught up
to go
live
breath
with our all
but
unsettle our hearts

This mess we're in

I have been asking dad to bring his Leunig books back from his work, as it has been a while since i have had a good look at them.
So late last night...erm...this v v early morning i did just that.

Two pieces stood out and really hit me.
I don't know why
but wow.....








both taken from 'A new pengui Leunig' by Michael Leunig

oh the randomness

It has been quite a random day today
We had an angency girl intoday, who would call me Tilly....apparently i look like Tilly who was in big brother :s

Secondly, one of the kider boys was in my room playing with dressups...mainly a pink fairy dress with a pink tutu and wings, then some bright yellow pants, with a white vail on his head... a father walked in, took one look and said.....' i would be worried in a few years'
I was ropeable....... just because a boy dresses up, using his imagination and creativity does not mean he will be gay. AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG.....he is a 4 year old boy for crying out loud....

After work i went to knox, and while waiting for laura and jess to show up, a girl and guy came up to me, and asked if they could ask me a few questions/survay...and video me at the same time.
I said yes...they then handed me a present and asked me to open it.
It was a recorder (the blow-into and make a noise variety) and a cd.
they asked me if i would play it.....blah blah blah i said no, they asked why....i was too tired and embarrassed....they asked what i expected the present to be, and what i would have liked the present to be.....i said i wanted it to be food.
They then said the cd was a girl they knew playing the recorder amoung other things, and said they wanted to bless me with it.
MMMMMMMM.....i will listen to it soon and tell you......

breezy bliss

It was sweet as cheese cake weather today, and i am in the loving of summer weather mood.
It is funny how much the weather can affect your mood, and it always affect kids. If you want to spend a day of hell on earth, believe me: it is possible. When its been raining and you cant take kids outside (they're like magnets to puddles)...boy oh boy...watch out.

Today was a lush day. beautiful does it no justic.
Playing outside today was pure bliss. There where summer smells around, water sunscrean and turf always smell good together.

I long for summer, lawn bowles, frozen watermelon, long light balmy nights, sitting outside, cool light clothing, swimming, laughter, ice cold drinks, dancing on the grass, fruit salad, no shoes, showers twice a day, sitting in front of a fan spraying water over your face.......

Weather like this always makes me sing summer songs

summer streaching on the grass

summer dresses pass

in the shade of a willow tree

creeps a crawling over me

I have always had songs that are my summer songs, and i love driving along with my windows open with summer sounds surrounding me

Summer inspires me, creates and swirls my mind into imagination.

If you ever get the chance, check out Matisyahu.
He is a Hasidic Jew and has very nice reggae music.

wisdom hurts

i am sitting here now in pure bliss, thanks to a little blue tube called bonjela......mmmmm.
Yes wisdom does rather hurt.
When you know something is not going to happen for a while, yet every inch of you wishes it would....bugger its hard.
Its fantastic when it happens to others, and i am so so very happy for those people. Yet a tiny bit of me always gets a bit sad and sorry for myself. I hate myself for that, because it is such a minority of me that feels it.
I know everything happens in Gods time....but i am on a different time wave then him it feels often.
I know all that and thats what makes it so so very hard.

'Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem,

by the gazelles, yes, by the wild dear:

Don't excite love, don't stir it up, untill the time is ripe - and you're ready.'

Song of songs 2:7

The Message

What a bitch of a verse.

Wisdom hurts....

Got to be number one in this world, in this world number one

I currently have my alarm set to wake me up with jay and the doctor on triple J in the mornings. The first song that i really heard this morning was by the Custom kings....went something along the lines of what is in the title of this blog.
It got me thinking about how much in this society we aim to be number one in all we do, which is not always a bad thing, if it means we aim to do our best in all we do.
I think it becomes a problem when everything we do becomes a competition. When we try to have the worst sob story, the worst car crash story...the worst whatever.
After I had my car accident, those who where there was fantastic....they were just there, no stories of their own. When I got picked up, one of the people there just kept on bring up the accidents she had had and how they 'were so much worse then yours' I felt like slapping her...i really didn't want to know what she had gone thru...it had happended to me, and i did not want to dwell on it at that point. I got really arcked up.
What is it that makes us try to have the biggest "well this happened to me....' story?
argggggggggggggg.
It really gets my goat.