Aussie Rosebud's Room

My Thoughts

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 03:23:44 GMT

Well to be honest..... I am not sure I understand why the sale of LJ should cause such consternation.....!!! There are people who are opressed and badly treated in most countries all over the world.... and we still deal with their sites. I certainly would not support anyone who opresses and badly treats their people...... but I feel I'd rather see what happens, then make my decision. I love LJ and it saddens me to see so many people leaving.... even though I have Insane Journal. I do not wish to get into a huge argument here, but I just feel that I'd rather wait and see.
I came to these journals because I enjoyed them.... I avoid getting involved in the politics behind them, I really don't understand everything that happens behind the scenes. I am happy if I can share with friends, post my thoughts and chat with my friends.
I love IJ too, even though finding friends here has been difficult and comments are so rare for me that I have contemplated leaving. Even though I have a permanent account..... I wanted to leave. I stayed because I wanted to see if things would change and I really love seeing the new community promo sites.
I also love changing my layouts to suit my mood. I am not interested in slashing sites..... I leave all stories to the authors who wrote them..... that's just me!
I haven't been doing much writing on any of my journals.... I have had so many activities on due to Christmas and Myrtle Cottage outings etc., and in the mean time I have been playing 'Sims 2' and losing myself in that. I really never feel at my best at Christmas... for some reason.... it is a very sad time for me! I always get really weepy and my thoughts tend to pass over sad memories..... and for the life of me, I don't understand why! I haven't lost anyone and I cannot remember anything major happening to me.... I just seem to feel upset at this time of the year. Over the past few years I have just come to the conclusion that I will not try and figure out why... I will just accept it all and allow time to help me feel better.
I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year......

Starry, starry night....... Part 3

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 05:00:14 GMT

Well... part 3 of my Don McLean series is my favourite song.... "Vincent" which tells the story of the artist Vincent Van Gogh. I hope you enjoy this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkvLq0TYiwI

Vincent

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

WoW I'm a Permanent inmate!!!

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 11:07:47 GMT

Well..... guess who now has become a permanent in mate?
No.... there are no prizes...... it's ME!!!!! Yippee.

A long, long time ago....I can still remember.... Part Two

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 01:46:08 GMT

The reason I wanted to share this series of remembrances of Don McLean's music was the fact that I heard some of his music while travelling to Myrtle Cottage on Wednesday. I thought that it might be fun to share some music and lyrics.
One of my friends remarked that American Pie was about his only real effort.... but in Australia he had a lot of hits and that is what I remember.
Hearing the song on the bus radio left an impression.... I cannot remember the other songs.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkhG5tZKJ9c

Castles in The Air

And if she asks you why,Â
you can tell her that I told youÂ
That I'm tired of castles in the air.Â
I've got a dream I want the world to shareÂ
And castle walls just lead me to despair.Â

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky,Â
A dream come true, I'll live there till I die.Â
I'm asking you to say my last goodbye.Â
The love we knew ain't worth another try.Â

Save me from all the trouble and the pain.Â
I know I'm weak, but I can't face that girl again.Â
Tell her the reasons why I can't remain,Â
Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain.Â

But how can words express the feel of sunlight in the morning,Â
In the hills, away from city strife.Â
I need a country woman for my wife;Â
I'm city born, but I love the country life.Â

For I cannot be part of the cocktail generation:Â
Partners waltz, devoid of all romance.Â
The music plays and everyone must dance.Â
I'm bowing out. I need a second chance.Â

Save me from all the trouble and the pain.Â
I know I'm weak, but I can't face that girl again.Â
Tell her the reasons why I can't remain,Â
Perhaps she'll understand if you tell it to her plain.Â

And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told youÂ
That I'm tired of castles in the air.Â
I've got a dream I want the world to shareÂ
And castle walls just lead me to despair.

A long, long time ago...I can Still Remember

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 03:35:13 GMT

Growing up a music fan isn't so unusual, I think most of us enjoyed the music of the day. I must admit when I was young... I really didn't care about music lyrics... I just enjoyed the music and even if the song was dull.... if I enjoyed it that was good enough. However there was one young American singer who changed all that..... his words were as clear and as pure as his music and suddenly the poetry of his songs over-powered me. The magic of his words saw him become a modern day Shakespeare or a great artist who used words rather than paint to give us a masterpiece.
I am sure you all know who I am talking about and I am not alone in my admiration of him. It all seems so recent....... but was it!
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember........ DON McLEAN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsZFiMo8TIc

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

To be continued........

Here is my Second.

Tue, 07 Aug 2007 21:08:15 GMT

There is a lot to think about.... how many journals can a person have? I just wish I had the news to share something worthwhile I feel quite jaded. I am not sure what to do.... but I really am happy to find this journal to add to my collection. The question I have is whether I will keep this journal free or do I seek permanent membership? I know I could never afford to go permanent on LJ and just now I am feeling a bit peeved there. I have made some really good friends there, but I have also been subjected to some very hard judgements by people that really had no idea what they were talking about! I was accused of causing drama, over a mistake I made... so I spent 3 months going quiet in a group there. However.... it seems now obvious that they are not prepared to let it drop.
I am not upset anymore about this, I know in my heart that what happened is in the past and there it will now stay.
I am simply going to write how I want to write and if anyone chooses to brand me a whiner when I have a bad day.... they can! I am human... I have good days and bad.... I have really had enough of people with control issues.
I have Multiple Sclerosis...... I have bad days and good days..... I cannot pretend that it isn't there.... all I do is try and enjoy my days one day at a time. I was a Registered Nurse for over 30 years..... so I know that there are lots of other illnesses far worse than MS. In many ways I am lucky..... but I'm not going to not discuss it from time to time.
I am going to my recreation programme this morning.... the craft today is to be Pot Pourri holders, so goodness knows what I will bring home. I will let you know :)