Monday, September 27
Current Mood:
Current Music: Kylie Minogue feat Nick Cave - Where the Wild Roses Grow
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
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So since I posted a picture of my friends, I'll post a picture of the others. Except, its a cop-out because Em won't post any of her Fiji photos and A'mes has forbidden me to post anything of her unless its imaginary. So yes, I'm left with the imagination. This is the best I could do until Jen and MV complete that self-portrait of us. Well, we'll be here till doomsday. *sigh* So here's a doll-maker one. Note: Ignore my skin tone. That's so totally me, except thinner and a lot darker. More like a rancid olive. Hee. Who's who behind picture.
(LtoR(topbottom): MV, Me, Petrie, Ames, Princess Em, Jen, Mary)
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On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Everyone has got to listen to this song. Toodles. Dinner.
~ M.M.W ~
