Saturday, January 13, 2018

Susan Boyle - All I Ask Of You



Lyrics


(Donny)
No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
To guard you and to guide you.

(Susan)
Say you love me every waking moment,
Turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
Promise me that all you say is true,
That's all I ask of you.

(Donny)
Let me be your shelter,
Let me be your light;
You're safe, no one will find you,
Your fears are far behind you.

(Susan)
All I want is freedom,
A world with no more night;
And you, always beside me,
To hold me and to hide me.

(Donny)
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
Let me lead you to your solitude.
Say you need me with you here, beside you,
Anywhere you go, let me go too,
That's all I ask of you

(Susan)
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
Say the word and I will follow you.

(Donny Susan)
Say you'll share with me each night each moment.

(Susan)
Say you love me!

(Donny)
You know I do.

(Donny Susan)
Love me, that's all I ask of you.

Anywhere you go, let me go too,
Love me, that's all I ask of you.


Friday, January 12, 2018

Bertrend Russell—What I have lived for?



Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: 
  1. Longing for love, 
  1. Search for knowledge, and 
  1. Unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy — ecstasy so great that I would have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness — that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what — at last — I have found. 

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men, I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds away above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. 

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. 

Echoes of cries of pain reverberated in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and I would gladly live it again if the chance were offered to me.

These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the verge of despair.