My funeral playlist

Okay, sparked by a discussion on toriphorums. If anyone could get Tori Amos to play at my funeral (or if they get their hands on my Tori cds), here's what I would love to have played (adding much from what I posted on the phorum). Click for lyrics.

Taxi Ride

Mary

Bells For Her

Precious Things

Raspberry Swirl

Father Lucifer

Happy Phantom

Concertina

Merman

Time

Peace party

After watching AC twice last night (once in English, once in Japanese) and thinking on it, I thought it might be appropriate to share this poem by Angie Bowie.

PEACE PARTY
There's a party going on,
Amongst ordinary folk.
Laughing and hoping for PEACE
Peace is no joke!

Without Peace, there is no ice-cream,
Without Peace, we all eat rice,
Without Peace, Lovers are torn apart,
Without Peace, children must be educated twice.

Life in war is high velocity,
Abbreviated time on earth,
In war an old man lives to be 30,
Middle-aged 10 year-olds ignore mirth.

Peace Party, Peace Party, Peace Party!
Party on my hands and party on my feet,
Party when I'm happy
Party when I'm sweet!

So we are here; ideas guys;
Where are the old men?
What has happened to the professional talkers?
Is Peace beyond their ken?

Arms dealers pickle politics,
Business corruption jettisons enthusiasm;
Working with no benefits is pay not satisfaction,
Every country and every age have felt the spasm of WAR.

War is over-rated; war is messy and outdated;
One battle leads to another skirmish,
One detention questions thirty others,
The war idea is contagious and demented.

Sometimes wars are started,
Real estate won and lives lost
Peace is the promise of the invader,
After so many wars, peace at what cost?

30 years we have hung around,
Waiting to hear of Cyprus' fate,
30 years we have prayed for rain,
Peace and rain are much the same.

Where rain falls, flowers grow,
Crops feed friends
Prosperity extends,
To embrace all people.

Peace is food in every town,
Peace supercharges our lives,
Peace is the ability to survive.
Peace brings leisure and high-flying dreams,
Peace is discussion, not mortal screams.

There is no country free of fear,
There is no place where the air is pure
War beats the drum, soundtrack of our lives,
Peace is banished like an ugly child.
There are no ugly children,
So Peace must be our mission

Mary-Angela Bowie Barnett October 15th 2003

Angie, you're beautiful...

I've just finished reading the first 103 pages of 'Backstage Pases: Life On The Wild Side With Davd Bowie'. Obsessed as I am with Angie, as much as I love her, there are moments where I rolled my eyes. But you do that with any autobiography, people embellish, remember things the way they saw them which isn't necessarily how it happened. And the pictures, omfg. The last one is a pic of Angie, I think it would be around 93 since that's when the book was originally published...it's so damn beautiful. Her hair seems to be brunette, which I think is totally sexy on her, and she's sitting sideways but you can see a bit of her chest since her top is open and oh my god, I have to scan it for all you other Angie Bowie lovers who read my journal and angie_bowie...yes, I am shamlessly pimping again ~_^