Through the warmthest
Cord of care
Your love was sent to me

I'm not sure
What to do with it
Or where to put it

I'm so close to tears
And so close to
Simply calling you up
I'm simply suggesting

We go to the hidden place
That we go to the hidden place
We go to the hidden place
We go to a hidden place

Now i have
Been slightly shy
And i can smell a pinch of hope
To almost have allowed once fingers
To stroke
The fingers i was given to touch with
But careful, careful
There lies my passion, hiddenT
here lies my love
I'll hide it under a blanket
Lull it to sleep


keep it in a hidden place
I'll keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place

He's the beautifullest
Fragilest
Still strong
Dark and divine
And the littleness of his movements
Hides himself
He invents a charm that makes him invisible
Hides in the air
Can i hide there too?
Hide in the air of him
Seek solace
Sanctuary

In the hidden place
In a hidden place
In a hidden place
We'll stay in a hidden place
Ooohh in a hidden place
We'll live in a hidden place
We'll be in a hidden place
In a hidden place


Bjork-Hidden Place

I have a stack of information about different schools, scholarship opportunities and programs sitting on my desk.

I do not want to go through that pile. I do not want to have to make a choice about where to go to school for next year.

I don't want to leave home, but I want the experience of leaving home and being on my own for awhile.

I don't want to leave the people and a city that I love, but I don't want those things to hold me back either.

The only thing that I am sure of right now is that I want to study in French. Then, of course, comes the inevitable question: Where do I want to study in French?

It's a vicious cycle.

We must remember. If we do not, the sacrifice of those one hundred thousand Canadian lives will be meaningless. They died for us, for their homes and families and friends, for a collection of traditions they cherished and a future they believed in; they died for Canada. The meaning of their sacrifice rests with our collective national consciousness; our future is their monument.

(Heather Robertson, A Terrible Beauty, The Art of Canada at War, Toronto, Lorimer, 1977.)

Ahhh! Banana!! I can't believe that Bush was re-elected. Fools. At least he can't be re-elected again...Bah.

I can't believe that I missed the provincial election by two days. That's forty-eight hours of pain. Augh!