Morocco Time

I love this old song, but only because I like to imagine it’s about me - ok, it would be ‘LiLi Twila‘ , but close enough!

Article here.

Lyrics in English:

Let not the wind into your tresses or I will go into the wind
Let not seduction be your way or I will loose mine
Drink not with any old contender or I will drown in pain
Savor not your wine or I will turn red in sobriety
Lock not your hair or I will be locked in remorse
Twist not your hair or I will get twisted
Become not the rival’s friend or I will become mad with rivalry
Feel not for others or I will cease to feel
Open your face and I won’t need a flower
Stand tall and I won’t need the air of heights
Paint not the town red or I will shed blood for tears
Cherish not the other’s company or I will perish
Steal not the limelight or all light will leave me
Ogle not or I will melt beneath your gaze
Be kind to this poor suitor and come to my aid
For me not to appeal to the Messenger
Hafez will never turn away from you
For he became free the day he was entrapped by you.

Not about Morocco, but you know, it’s the weekend, let’s mix it up a little!

Here I am with my brother, the Duke of Devonshire - ok, just kidding, but he looks like most of our family. We both had the nickname “Wolfie,” and I think you can see why.

His name is Oliver Goodwill, and so far, he’s most famous for appearing in the Evanescence “Call Me When You’re Sober” video (where this photo was cabbaged from). However, he’s recently been writing ambient scores for film etc…, and it’s really lovely to listen to. You can listen to a few here. (I like ‘Together.’)

It’s like Halloween, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve, all wrapped up into one shining package of yodeling self-pity and longing with a good dose of sarcasm and mockery. I’m so happy I could just burst.

My (new) friend, if you were here, I’d make you a nice strong pot of tea, put on some music (see below), and we’d have a good chat. Then I’d take you shopping in our local artsy neighborhoods, where there’s plenty of unique handmade shopping treasures. You’re in lovely Cork, though, so count your blessings there, and listen to the music, at least. And give your daughter another dish of ice cream while you’re at it.

Paris Combo - Pas a Pas

Depuis longtemps, je n’sais pas
O� me m�ne le vent
Voil� pourquoi je n’suis pas
Ceux qui marchent devant
C’est le chemin le plus beau
Qui en a tent� plus d’un
Le mien se fait au sabot
Que je pose tous les matins
Au gr� des embruns…