Albertine - Brooke Fraser

I am standing still, I think of Angelique
Her mother's voice over me
And the bullets in the wall where it fell silent
And on a thousandth hill, I think of Albertine
There in her eyes what I can't see
With my own
Rwanda

Now that I have seen, I am responsible
Faith without deeds is dead
Now that I have held you in my own arms
I cannot ( Read more... )

Well, I haven't done the obligatory Easter post yet, so here it is. We had a pretty good Easter. Friday we had a nice lazy day relaxing and stuff. We went for a walk along the Collie River and discovered the next suburb over, Pelican Point, is all set out like Mandurah with canals and mansions and stuff. So we walked along saying which house we ( Read more... )