…I need your blissful touch to carry me away again…

Before my father arrived this afternoon the buzzer rang to tell me someone was at my door. Thinking it was my father, I went down. A woman was there and said she had an environmental pamphlet. I took it, of course, because I am an environmentalist myself.

Upon opening the pamphlet I discovered that it was a Jehevoah’s Witness propaganda work. While I appreciate that they care about the environment, I hate how deceitful their religion and practices are. They may follow some Christian themes, but they are cunning manipulators and deceivers.

Later my father did arrive and we headed for home. In Enfield we stopped for some ice cream. I got some cotton candy, of course.

I finished The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Morgawr this afternoon. It was a very satisfying read, and is easily the best Shannara book to date. It also set up the next trilogy very well. I’m looking forward to reading it with much anticipation.

I’m currently reading the first volume of Year’s Best Fantasy from 2001. It should be quite good. I’ve been putting off reading it for quite some time, but now I hope to finish up it and another anthology, Legends (3), I have.

At the apartment I did a bit of downloading. While maby downloads were fakes, I did manage to nab some Fiona Apple, Live, Lillix and The Trews songs, along with the Live video for “Heaven” and Terry Brooks’ The Sword of Shannara audio book.

“Run Away” by Live has to be one of the most beautiful songs I have heard that was released this year. Wow, it’s tear inducing and so elegant in its simplicity. I must get Birds of Pray very soon. This is a must-have album.

Run Away

“Looks like I’ve lost my will to carry on, my friend” she said
And you can hear it in my whispered cries for love
I need your blissful touch to carry me away again
So can we roll tonight, roll through your desert, can we start over and just…

Run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory, but I don’t care, I don’t care if its wrong or right
We can just run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory but I don’t care, I don’t care if its wrong or right

“Looks like I’ve lost my will to carry on, my friend” she said
I’m like a posse that’s been ridin’ for days
I’ve got the scars to prove that love has had its day and it’s way with me
So can we roll tonight, roll through your desert, can we start over and just…

Run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory but I don’t care, I don’t care if its wrong or right
We can just run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory but I don’t care, I don’t care if its wrong or right

This ain’t no night to be on your own
You’ve got to know where you’re coming from
To know just where you’re goin’, lord
You’ve got to know where you’re coming from
This ain’t no night to be on your own

Run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory but I don’t care, I don’t care if its wrong or right
We can just run away, run away tonight
It aint no victory but I don’t care
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care
Run away
Run away
Run away

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