Lyrics of the month

Today I am posting my favorite lyrics to a song as the lyrics of the month, which happens to be the song of the week as well. Warning beforehand, though: Not a happy song. I cried the first time I heard it.

The Queen and the Soldier, by Suzanne Vega

The soldier came knocking upon the queen’s door
He said, “I am not fighting for you any more.”
The queen knew she’d seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside

He said, “I’ve watched your palace up here on the hill
“And I’ve wondered who’s the woman for whom we all kill
“But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
“Only first I am asking you why.”

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down

He said, “I see you now, and you are so very young
“But I’ve seen more battles lost than I have battles won
“And I’ve got this intuition, says it’s all for your fun
“And now will you tell me why?”

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, “You won’t understand, and you may as well not try.”
But her face was a child’s, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan

And she said, “I’ve swallowed a secret burning thread
“It cuts me inside, and often I’ve bled.”
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground

“Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
“As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
“But I won’t march again on your battlefield.”
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again

And he said, “I want to live as an honest man
“To get all I deserve and to give all I can
“And to love a young woman who I don’t understand
“Your highness, your ways are very strange.”

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

Here’s the video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeqFoICJPsk&feature=related

Cinderella

More geocaching today. It was so sweet, we were at another (man-made and very public) waterfall in our shopping center and my mom was climbing down it barefoot when we saw six little duckling following their mom and dad. And one was way behind trying to get back to its family and you could see the mom counting and finding one was missing. Hope started shouting, “come back, mama ducky! Get your baby!” we finally found it hidden in a plastic mushroom.

I’m sort of sad for my cat. She’s getting so fat we’re not allowed to give her treats anymore. On the bright side, she doesn’t even have the bend her legs to lie down anymore.

Hoom hum, what else. Um… On saturday I’m getting a pedicure and riding a horse. Which will be fun but not as fun as yard work. And my research report is almost done, once I get in my silk, papyrus, parchment, and linen in. And leather for my books cover. (I’m doing bookbinding through the ages.) Should be cool.

Oh, and I think I’ll do a song of the week. Here’s this week’s.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVryd-JOEo4&feature=related

Steven Curtis Chapman really has a talent for making songs that make you weepy.

Yeah right. "Snowed out."

My family went up to the “snow” today in Payson. Not exactly a blizzard. The “three foot drifts” one man to reffered to turned out to be all the snow in the campground put in one pile. Enough to make one rock-hard snowman and shovel ice at my mom with. Eh, it was really fun (My aunt, uncle, cousin, and grampa roli all went up with us.) anyways. Even if I was throwing rock-hard half melted snowballs in a tank top and shorts.
We also started geocaching. I bet some of you have heard of it, they do it all over the world. People will hide small waterproof boxes/containers everywhere outside, with a log book. Then other geocachers can search for it with a GPS and take something out of it and trade in something else. For example, I put in an angel pendant to an old necklace and took a spoon from the Grand Canyon. There are hundreds within ten miles of our house. We took a few hikes and found two AMAZING places. One was a sometimes-dry waterfall, today it was just a trickle of water. It was pretty decent sized, and we found the box under a ledge covered up by rocks. We also hiked down the waterfall and found three tiny frogs that made huge noises like woodpeckers. The other was not fun to get to because it had a ton of thorny branches and a few cacti that tried to eat you alive. I defeated them, though. Meaning… I ran around the long way and was the last one to the geocache. But we found thousand-year old pottery in one, and in another really old seashell fossils. It was way cool. We were gone about 12 hours. We were going up to Sedona tomorrow but my aunt and uncle have to work. :(