Post by Tenko on Aug 22, 2007 22:06:28 GMT -5
The Legendary Sannin’s kunoichi, Tsunade, is often forgotten about in terms of experience. The woman, on our current timeline, is over fifty years old – long for a ninja but understandable, considering that she quit service early on.
One of her themes, I believe, is ‘Book of My Life’, performed by Sting and featuring Anoushka Shankar. Track 09 on the Sacred Love album, you can listen to the song here:
www.esnips.com/doc/707e43c6-2d02-4fcd-af87-dffb6e8aa2ba/Sting---09---The-Book-Of-My-Life---Feat.-Anoushka-Shankar
Book of My Life
Let me walk by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I’m afraid to write
It’s the book of my days, it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand ‘til the end of my days
I’m still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There’s a chapter on secrets, and words to confess
Should I loose everything that I possess
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflict that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on God that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I’m damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you…
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life…
One of her themes, I believe, is ‘Book of My Life’, performed by Sting and featuring Anoushka Shankar. Track 09 on the Sacred Love album, you can listen to the song here:
www.esnips.com/doc/707e43c6-2d02-4fcd-af87-dffb6e8aa2ba/Sting---09---The-Book-Of-My-Life---Feat.-Anoushka-Shankar
Book of My Life
Let me walk by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I’m afraid to write
It’s the book of my days, it’s the book of my life
And it’s cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it’s all there to see as the section reveals
There’s some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won’t understand ‘til the end of my days
I’m still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There’s a chapter on secrets, and words to confess
Should I loose everything that I possess
There’s a chapter on loss and a ghost who won’t die
There’s a chapter on love where the ink’s never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There’s a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflict that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There’s a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn’t be planned
There’s a chapter on God that I don’t understand
There’s a promise of Heaven and Hell but I’m damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight’s returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that’s left is you…
Though the pages are numbered
I can’t see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life…