Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born…
And all the sorrow in this world…
Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son
Will you guide me now, for I can’t see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well, then I do imagine…
There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more
When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It’s easy to imagine…
There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more
I had a bit of a hiatus from the blog this weekend. My first vacation in a while. Shame, really, as I have about a dozen stories to post now, all of which I expect should show up sometime this week. Meanwhile, someone was kind enough to send me a link to some real eye-candy advertisements posted on Dark Roasted Blend that exemplify the paradigm shift of flyingpenguin. For example:
Very cool. I had to look twice to find the car in the second ad. I wish more advertising had this kind of balance.
