ONE WILD NIGHT
Personally, THE LORD MOST HIGH is a character. HE seals inside you a NIGHT VISION and you run with it. In time as you study the IMAGES you begin to wonder if you really "got it". So you pray and meditate... ponder and study...and when you run out of rope you ask for UNDERSTANDING and WISDOM so you can do whatever HE intends PROPERLY.
But sometimes HIS ANSWERS only create more questions. Or more often of late, i find myself rolling my eyes and muttering..."HE'S got to be kidding...". That is
untill i "get" the cosmic JOKE and things make sense. Sort of...
But i am not sure which is more unsettling, SHAKESPEARE or BROADWAY MUSICALS? JOHN WAYNE and ERROLL FLYNN movies non- withstanding.....
Last night i had a dream that started with myself in BLACK ARMOR with 3 or 4 others also in black armor.
We were infiltrating a city in deep darkness/night. Sort of something between a NINJA movie and COMMANDOS STRIKE AT DAWN. Only....our objective was a house with an oil lamp in the window. As we were about to crash the door and go through the window we switched from a war movie to a broadway love story....
i guess you had to be there....
Now i recognized the last of the 4 SONGS....and found the lyrics on a GOOGLE SEARCH...
Study the progression of images.... and figure it out yourselves....
(first song, the GIRL)
Baubles, Bangles And Beads Lyrics
Baubles, bangles,
Hear how they jing, jing-a-ling-a,
Baubles, bangles,
Bright, shiny beads.
Sparkles, spangles,
My heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a,
Wearing baubles, bangles and beads.
I'll glitter and gleam so,
Make somebody dream so,
That someday he may buy me,
A ring, ring-aling-a,
I've heard that's where it leads,
Wearing baubles and bangles and beads.
(second song, THE GUY)
Night Of My Nights Lyrics
Play on the cymbal, the timbal, the lyre;
Play with appropriate passion.
Fashion songs of delight and delicious desire
For the night of my nights.
Come where the so well beloved is waiting,
Where the rose and the jasmine mingle
While I tell her the moon is formating
And 'tis sin to be single!
Let peacocks and monkeys in purple adornings
Show her the way to my bridal chamber,
Then get you gone 'til the morn of my mornings
After the night of my nights!
'Tis the night of my nights!
'Tis the night of my nights!
(third song, a DUET)
And This Is My Beloved Lyrics
Dawn's promising skies
Petals on a pool drifting
Imagine these in one pair of eyes
And this is my beloved
Strange spice from the south
Honey through the comb sifting
Imagine these in one eager mouth
And this is my beloved
And when s/he speaks and when s/he talks to me
Music! Mystery!
And when s/he moves And when s/he walks with me
All that can stir All that can stun
All that's for the heart's lifting
Imagine these in one perfect one
And this is my beloved
And this is my beloved
(fourth song, a DUET)
Stranger In
She:
Oh why do the leaves
Of the Mulberry tree
Whisper differently now
And why is the nightingale singing
At noon on the Mulberry bow
For some most mysterious reason
This isn't the garden I know
No it's paradise now
That was only a garden
A moment ago
He:
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance that you care
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell him
That he need be
A stranger no more
She:
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Both:
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
She:
Until I know
He:
Till the moment I know
She:
There's a chance that you care
He:
There's a chance that you care
She:
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
He:
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
Both:
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell me that I may be
A stranger no more.
romantic, ain't it...
bob