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Greek mythological prophet, Cassandra was a woman cursed with the gift of foretelling the future
Mythology is ripe with tragically sad stories. In fact, very few myths actually finish with a happy ending. However, I consider the story of Cassandra to be one of the very saddest tales of all time
I hate being locked in a cage, neither stone walls nor iron bars in my whole life
I hate being locked in a cage, neither stone walls nor iron bars in my whole life
Note Taking Session No.1
Some folks pair off like lovebirds while others......
I wasn't sure what was a miss, but the routine I had fallen into was not satisfying the inner voice in me that insisted there was something else out for me. there're lots of little changes add up to a monumental shift. I’m a catalyst for my change and I like being that way
One thing that it has done is to force me to reevaluate my life and make some major changes myself.
I think that I have done a pretty good job accepting it, healing, and moving on.
I just need you to understand that my life is my own and you have no right to judge my decisions
One of the things that I’ve decided to do is to uproot from my previous life as a whole
The re-telling of the story of “The Lady of Shalott,” an Arthurian legend most famously captured in a Tennyson poem. The legend is about a young maiden, trapped by a magic spell in a high tower. She sees the knight Sir Lancelot passing by and she tries to take a boat to Camelot. She drowns on the way and dies.
I love the verse, “The sharp knife/ Of a short life.” This captures two striking aspects of death at a young age and fragility of life. Finally, one quite moving part of this song is “Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket/ Save them for a time when you’re really gonna need them, oh.” This makes more sense in the video where, at the end, she survives. Clearly, there’s no reason to cry if she’s safe and sound. But I think the line works even if she does die. It is awful to lose a loved one at a young age, but there are much worse tragedies that can affect a person. A slow, painful disease that causes a great deal of suffering for a long time tends to be hard to make peace with than a quick, painless death.
I suppose I would be remiss if I failed to address the spectre of suicide that is lurking in this song. I don’t think the speaker is necessarily suicidal. I think the song works just as well for a young girl who dies of a disease or in an accident. However, if you take the line, “Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’ ” I have to admit, that sounds an awful lot like suicidal teen crying out for help. There is a notion in that statement that one can express an idea powerfully by the act of dying. But it is tempered by other lines in the song such as “Life ain’t always what you thought it would be” and “I’ve had just enough time.” The overall impression I get is that this young woman is satisfied with the brief spark of life she had.
If I die young bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Oh oh Oh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had just enough time
If I die young bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had just enough time And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger I've never known the lovin' of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no I'll sell them for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin' Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'
If I die young bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Oh oh
The ballad of a dove Go with peace and love Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket Save them for a time when your really gonna need them oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had just enough time
The obsession of King Henry VIII with Anne Boleyn started in 1526.
Greensleeve - Guitar Version
King Henry VIII wrote the following in an excerpt from a love letter to Anne Boleyn which was written in 1528:
"...having been for more than a year now struck by the dart of love, and being uncertain either of failure or of finding a place in your heart and affection..."
Greensleeve - Piano Version
This King Henry VIII quotation clearly illustrates the unfamiliar position of apparent unrequited love that King Henry had found himself in during his early courtship of Anne Boleyn. King Henry VIII was an extremely accomplished Musician and Composer. Music and the ability to play musical instruments was essential during the Tudor era and the education of King Henry VIII included great attention to the development of musical skills.
First Verse
Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company.
Second Verse
So must I meditate alone Upon your insincerity.
Third Verse
If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity.
Fourth Verse
I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave.
Fifth Verse
Thou couldn't desire no earthly thing, But still thou hadn't it readily.
Nineth Verse
My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou would not love me.
Last Verse
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me.
6:25 AM
Lutfiana Hermawati
