The Rose

I've been planning to write this post for days now. The 14th and 15th were public holidays, which means that I had a 5-day-long weekend. On Saturday we went to the Hungarian Natural History Museum with my boyfriend, and then in the evening we went to a concert by the all-women a cappella ensemble, Budapest Sirens. Among others, they performed the ballad Rose, which I've been listening to ever since. Actually, it's just the kind of song I needed then. I'm going to attach the lyrics, for now it's enough to say that it's a kind of "tell me the truth about love" song. And I think it's also about taking risks, which I really should master.
I cannot say much about the topic right now except that it was a pleasure to listen to the Sirens and I'm looking forward to listen to them again, particularly because they performed such favourites of mine as Son of a Preacher Man and Cohen's Hallelujah. Thanks to The Rose and youtube and some cross-links I also came across Diana Krall who is yet to be discovered but sounds like what I'd be really into.

PS. I should really start my blues band asap, based on Janis Joplin, Nina Simone and the like. Til then let's read and listen to The Rose.

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you its only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taking
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose