Wonder Valley

Song Story :
The strong leader moves his first step and soon he and his army were heading to Astar to attack first. Golstar was very strong now thanks to the prophecy and really quickly he was in front of Astar where people were terrified and the whole city was in the most deep confusion. Exenthar, after he put in safe women and children, gathered the archers on the walls and the infantrymen on the drawbridge, ready to draw up in front of the enemies’ army. The two powers were now ready to fight one in front of the other as in the most classical of the battles. Around them a huge, green and cold valley which very soon would have changed in a blood red valley. The two leaders in central position of their own armies were standing in silence looking at each other deeply as long as the battle sign did play making the unavoidable battle begin. The battle was very cruel, but the army of Exenthar managed to head Golstar’s one notwithstanding this last one was more strong in power and quantity of men. In the first moments of the battle a huge quantity of man did die on both armies so that the grass was not green anymore, and the ground was covered with blood and mutilated bodies. During the battle the strenght of Golstar and of his army came out and Exenthar was captured and brought in front of Golstar. While the king was standing on a hill looking at the ruins of Astar still burning with high flames, some soldiers brought him the proud Exenthar. Golstar took out his helmet and stabbed Exenthar in his heart.
Song Lyrics :
Lyrics and Music by Enrico Pistolese

Without your men
youre just a second – rate coward
Looking to them you think to be strong and sly
You try to be a real man
But if I look your hands
I see you re trembling ; you have to bend !

Burn ! Save up your wonder
save up your wonder
Know you will come under!
Know you will come under
Future of losers has an end
Fall ! under my army
under my army
The events are turning !
events are turning
I sign this page of Astar staining with blood

ASTAR ON FIRE, THE FLAME IS BURNING HIGHER
YOUR MEN IN BATTLE SCREAM , TRUSTING IN VICTORY !
SCREAM OUT YOUR FEAR CAUSE TODAY YOU WILL DIE HERE
AND EVERYTHING WILL END
ILL LOOK INTO YOUR EYES YOUR PEOPLE BURN !

Toward your destiny I run !
Taking your life Astar will be mine and then
Derdian will have these lands
And I will wash my hands
In the dark blood of all your men !

Burn ! Save up your wonder
save up your wonder
Know you will come under!
Know you will come under
Future of losers has an end
Fall ! under my army
under my army
The events are turning !
events are turning
I sign this page of Astar staining with blood

ASTAR ON FIRE, THE FLAME IS BURNING HIGHER
YOUR MEN IN BATTLE SCREAM , TRUSTING IN VICTORY !
SCREAM OUT YOUR FEAR CAUSE TODAY YOU WILL DIE HERE
AND EVERYTHING WILL END
ILL LOOK INTO YOUR EYES YOUR PEOPLE BURN !

Haec pugna admonet tuam ignaviam
Et ego qui gestat terrorem sum tibi !

ASTAR ON FIRE, THE FLAME IS BURNING HIGHER
YOUR MEN IN BATTLE SCREAM , TRUSTING IN VICTORY !
SCREAM OUT YOUR FEAR CAUSE TODAY YOU WILL DIE HERE
AND EVERYTHING WILL END
ILL LOOK INTO YOUR EYES YOUR PEOPLE BURN !

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A combination of the song Solar System from the album Mount Eerie by the Microphones, as well as a piano piece I wrote 5 years ago called Heliotrope Bouquet (the same name as a Scott Joplin rag, although the music is completely different).

Solar System is written by Phil Elverum.

A version of Heliotrope Bouquet can be found on my album “Lullabies”, recorded in February 2005.
You can download it for free here:

http://www.last.fm/music/Foundring/Lullabies%2B%25282%252F05%2529

Lyrics:

Now you’re gone
I wont fall
fall in the fire

I know I am lacking
I want what I see
You fireball have rolled away
in shaded valley
So here I am in the creek bed
So here I feel my way
in the dark
What wonder what treasure map
what breaking of day
What stream used to flow here
now what dusty decay

So let the flash flood begin
Wash me down the canyon
Quicksand pull me in
Blow over me solar wind
your vultures in trees

I know you’re out there
your lanterns on lakes
I know you’re out there
your soccer balls on knees
through your skirt I see
your legs gracefully
I know you’re out there
your swaying and pleased
I know you’re out there
your vultures in trees
I know you’re out there
your mountainous peaks

Don’t let gravity win
blow over me solar wind

I know you’re out there

(following lyrics not part of solar system):

I’m delighted that you,
that you’ve listened to this………..

Thank you.

Duration : 0:7:27

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Lyrics. =)

Theres something in the air now
That radiates a heat wave
Cause everything that we touch
Is on fire these days

We used to go to shows on every Saturday night
There was sweating, there was **, had the time of our life
But nothing ever mattered if the music was tight, yeah
And everybody wondered if the kids were alright
But were alright

The only thing we wanted
Was to get this fire started
Keep this record turning
So we can keep it burning

Now we got people waiting
Theyre all anticipating
They wonder what well do now
On the records that were making

Cause we still to go to shows on every Saturday night
Theres fighting, theres **, had the time of our life
But nothing ever mattered if the music was tight, yeah
And everybody wondered if the kids were alright
Were alright

The only thing we wanted
Was to get this fire started
Keep this record turning
So we can keep it burning

All the things they said
About the way we live
We were young and hopeless

And everything we did
Weve got no regrets
We are the young and hopeless

The only thing we wanted
Was to get this fire started
Keep this record turning
So we can keep it burning

The only thing we wanted
Was to get this fire started
Keep this record turning
So we can keep it burning

Hey DJ, DJ
Keep this record turning
Hey DJ, DJ
Keep this record
Keep this record
Keep this record turning

POST COMMENTS AND RATE, PLS!

Duration : 0:4:6

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I do not own this! But, I just love it!!!!

Lyrics:
From the west she appeared,
Sunlight and stars in her hair.
In her eyes an undying memory of home,
A land that is magical and fair.

When her feet came to rest,
Deep in a canopied glade,
She lifted her face and there she danced.
The realm of Lothlórien she made.

Gaze on me lady of gold,
Reawaken my slumbering soul.
Beacon of courage summon me home,
to your haven of wonders untold.

Lórien laurë
A laiqa alcar
O Ehtele lisse
Nimrodel A
Nyére auta

A Lórien laurë
A Lórien laurë

Lórien laurë
A laiqa alcar
Orë áro
Lothlórien

Oh child of my heart,
Born of a never ending dream.
You were cradled in light,
Bathed in an ever flowing stream.

Flourish and grow,
my mystical world.
Here you will ever belong.
Son of my yearning,
Daughter of hope.
Beautiful child of my song.

Although storms may descend,
Mountain and valley may quake.
For the days that remain,
This is the promise I make.
No shadow fall across this land,
Before the wind and fire I stand,
And you my child will know no harm,
Enfolded in my arms,
Lothlórien!

(Garden of wonder
Haven of starlight)

Forest of Light
Lothlórien

Garden of wonder
Haven of sun
Forest of light
Child of my heart

Duration : 0:4:23

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Still working with seriously bad hardware but this was requested so here it is.

Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire

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I remember in my childhood my best friend, Michelle , used to take the plastic soda bottles that were on the banks of the Ohio River at my grandmothers house and put messages in them. She put twigs in them when we were four. I wonder if anyone ever got our letters and twigs. Maybe they wrote us back. I like to think they did. Tonight I’m going to send my own letter. I guess I’m just a foolish sixteen year old girl. Silly little Gabrielle Sterling. Maybe, who ever finds it will be my Dark Prince.

Dear who ever finds this,

My name is Gabrielle Rose Sterling. But, my best and only friend calls me Bri. I live in Kenova, West Virginia. You probably have no idea where that is, do you? I don’t either it is like another planet to me. I’m into the paranormal. A little more then I should be. The kids at Spring Valley always look at me strange, but I’m used to it by now. My hair is a copper color cut in short spikes and my eyes a rich sapphire. My sister is probably my parents favorite. All American girl you can call her. Long flowing gold hair and sky blue eyes. Homecoming queen and cheerleader. While I’m just sitting in the stands. Sorry, for boring you with my mellow drama. Tell me about your life, please.

Yours Truly, Gabrielle Rose Sterling

I slid the letter into an old Mountain Dew bottle that I ripped the label off of. I silently slipped on my ebony Russian Army coat. My Converse made a soft thud against the oak floor. My feet etched their way to the back door. I quietly shut the door behind me put my spine stiffened in alert when it made a loud locking noise behind me. My feet hit the rough wood of the back porch. The steps creaked beneath me as I made my way to the gate that lead down to the Ohio River front. The metal of the steps clanked against the weight of my shoes as I made my way to the river. I could hear the snakes his in the distance. It sent a shiver up my spine. Little me afraid of snakes while they reside In myth & lore. I just always had an unexplainable fear and hatred of the scaly bastards. The cool October air blew against my face. I tightened the coat around my frame so it could not brush against the rest of my skin. I jumped over the end of grass. My shoes kisses the sand underneath them. I finally came to where sand meet water. They water soaked through the thin material of my Converse. My finger clutched the neck of the bottle. My arm slung back, then forward releasing the bottle to the wind. I dropped to the awaiting mouth of the river. Lost to its blackness. The mortal or immortal to claim it waits on the other side. Will they write back? I’d like to think they would. I watched it float down the Ohio till it was out view. I turned and climbed up the wall of earth that blocked my way to the grass. I ran to the light of the house. Once, through the door I let out the breath that I held in for the last two minutes. I kicked of the neon green high tops. And, made my way to the guest room beside the kitchen. My blonde twin lay sleeping on the bed. Her curls splayed out in every direction. I shrugged off the coat silently, but the metal buttons made a loud clank as they hit the oak floor. The girl in the bed stirred to face me. Her sky eyes shot open and met with the gems of mine. A silent conversation was passed between us. But, neither of us paid attention to the topic at hand. She lifted up the blanket allowing me to slide in. My hands tugged at the tangled mess of gold. The copper of mine clashed against it. My mind slowly became a blur of color and whispers.

“Your weak, Gabriel.” taunted a females voice.

“I will kill you! I will send you back from where you have risen from! Mark my words, Lillith. You will be slain by my sword.” I raged.

“Gabriel.” a voice whispered.

The sun shown through the window. It burned my eyes life a fire to bare skin. It was that dream again. That is how it always ends. Who is Lillith? Who is Gabriel? It can’t be me. Who is that voice? Why are they calling for me? A tug at my spikes made me wake from my thoughts. I turned to see my blonde twin and grandmother staring at me. Concern was etched into their sky eyes. A could hear the coughing of my step-grandfather in the other room. I rose from my place on the bed, and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed the milk from the fridge, and went to work on making a cup of coffee. This was my tradition since I was four the only difference was that Lillian was here instead of Michelle. My movements were more like a dance then a walk as I gathered all my ingredients. A hand was placed on my shoulder to stop me mid-parquet.

IT AWESOME!

I can relate to this song. Bob Dylan makes a whole lot of sense. So does Bad Religion. I’ve searched in different cities and towns. Are the psychiatrists the only ones who know how to no make fun (unknowingly or knowingly) of people with brain injury? So, I forget stuff. Religious folk say I’m a liar because my memory plays tricks on me. Then they have the nerve to tell me to go to Hell. Then they have to deny telling me they told me to go to Hell. If his god loves hypocrisy so much (Everybody is a hypocrite), then he goes against his own philosophy by telling others to go to Hell. Where can I find even a hint of dignity in this world? Anyway, A man with a brain injury has to be understood, and that never happens, before others can judge his character.

Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
For dignity

Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity

Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun

Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?

Blind man breakin’ out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity

I went to the wedding of Mary Lou
She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you”
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity

I went down where the vultures feed
I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn’t any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years
For dignity

Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity

Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand
Steps goin’ down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair

Got no place to fade, got no coat
I’m on the rollin’ river in a jerkin’ boat
Tryin’ to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity

Sick man lookin’ for the doctor’s cure
Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity

Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin’ his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams

So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity

Speaking of Dignity…. how could someone have dignity and believe in something foolish?

Dignity comes from stability and Truth.
If you have Truth you will have stability = Dignity and raised esteem.

Allah (glory be to him) said that Dignity is for the Believers of Truth.
Not the disbelievers who can’t think for themselves…. or the deniers of the truth who can’s stand a debate infront of the Truth!

Indeed dignity comes from being with Allah’s truth he revealed.
Isn’t it good to be able to stand on a firm base?

That alone is proof enough that I’m following the right path, and I have my dignity that no one can crush!

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electrial fire.

Duration : 0:0:54

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From “Slide don’t fret”

You’re cruisin’ along just passing through
Then something bad comes out of the blue
You say to yourself what’s happening to me
It’s not the way it’s supposed to be

All things work together for good
With those who love God

Well you search your heart then you sit in the dust
You start to wonder who can you trust
You cry out to God “can you turn on the light”
If something feels wrong how can it be right

All things work together for good
With those who love God

I know the plans that I have for you
When you go through the waters
I will be with you
When you walk through the fire
You will not be burned
Down in the valley is the place we learn

All things work together for good
With those who love God

Duration : 0:3:33

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The Right tells us that terrorist attacks are the products of the radical teaching of Islam, but where does the attacks on normal Liberal Americans come from? It was a sad day when Jim Adkisson marched into the Tennessee Valley Unitarian Church and began opening fire.

Adkisson is being held in lieu of $1 million bail while local police, with the assistance of FBI agents, gather evidence and search his home in a neighboring town. Police say they found a letter in Adkisson’s car which said that he planned the attack, that he couldn’t find a job, and “stated his hatred for the liberal movement.” The church has been active in seeking equal rights for women, minorities and gays, and founded a local chapter of the ACLU.

Two are dead and several were wounded, all because a man believe the words of hate that he heard daily on his radio. Is it any wonder that violence is a byproduct of the politics of hate? What is most disgusting is that these hate merchants would equate their hate with Christianity. It would seem that they have little idea of what Jesus was really about.

Duration : 0:9:28

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