I listen to an eclectic variety of music.

     Greetings Earthlings. Today I had a line of a song stuck in my head and for the life of me I could not remember what the song was called. However I could remember the tune and it made me realize that it would be really cool if you could put that into Google through a mic and get what you were looking for. Anyways I eventually found it.

      It's a song that I haven't listened to in a really long time. However I still really like it. It's by Chris De Burgh. The song is called The Tower and I think it is really beautiful. The lyrics are below if you do check him out listen to Spanish Train and Rose of England. (Really anything by him)

A great lord came walking through the forest
One morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
But killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on
the ground, she was gone;

Cursing his fortune,
He turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
With her head hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
He said "I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine..."

He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
But she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh please come with me,
What you wish will be found;"
She said, "Sire, I'll go if you put up your bow,
And spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need..."

But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream...
Oh oh...And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream...

He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
To his castle he did ride;
In the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
And he threw her deep inside;
Then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
Brought thunder and lightning, and rain falling down,
Tears on the ground...

All through the days on her face he would gaze,
For she was lovely as the spring;
No words would she speak but "Leave them in peace",
And some sad lament she would sing,
Oh one day by the door, at the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more...

Now that great lord is dying,
His cold heart is crying for the love of the girl;
For many an hour he has wept on the tower
For she meant more than the world;
And once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
He lifted his hands, he cried out in pain
"Come back again..."

But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
And all he has is a memory,
And all he yearns is her hand...
Ah ah ... all he has is this memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.

He's really good and if you haven't heard him you should give it a chance. Listen to it a couple times. It's never a good idea to judge a song on just one listen I find.

 As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

-Vincent Van Gogh

Imagine what you'll know tomorrow. RC.