Why almost everything you’ve been told about unhealthy foods is wrong
Joanna Blythman: Eggs and red meat have both been on the nutritional hit list – but after a major study last week dismissed a link between fats and heart disease, is it time for a complete rethink?
Yet Another Study Shows That Metadata Reveals A Hell Of A Lot
With the NSA and its defenders still defending the bulk phone (and other) records collection programs as being about “just metadata,” we’ve already highlighted how metadata is inc…
What if I told you that St. Patrick wasn't even Irish and that his color wasn't green but actually blue. Also March 17th is the day he died. Happy St. Patrick's day.
This is one of my all time favorite songs about the master storyteller Tolkien’s epic Lord of the Rings. Unfortunately I could not find the acoustic version being performed by the band so I attached the Wacken festival performance from 2011. Still an excellent version but the acoustic is my favorite. Check it out.
“Lord of The Rings”
There are signs on the Ring
Which make me feel so down
There’s one to enslave all Rings
To find them all in time
And drive them into darkness
Forever they’ll be bound
Three for the Kings
Of the elves high in light
Nine to the mortals
Which cry
I’ll keep the Ring full of sorrow
I’ll keep the Ring till I die
I’ll keep the Ring full of sorrow
I’ll keep the Ring till I die
Ref.:
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
And there’s no way out
Mordor
Mordor
Mordor
Dark land under Sauron’s spell
Threatened a long time
Threatened a long time
Seven rings to the dwarfes
In their halls made of stone
Into the valley
I feel down (I feel down)
One ring to the dark lord’s hand
Sitting on his throne
In a land so dark
Where I have to go
I’ll keep the Ring
I’ll keep the Ring
I’ll keep the Ring
I’ll keep the Ring
I’ll keep the Ring
Till I die
Ref. (2x):
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
Slow down and I sail on the river
Slow down and I walk to the hill
I seriously Want a Tiny House. I love the idea of not only owning my own home, but living in a self sufficient home as well. Currently Utah is on track to end homelessness by 2015 by adopting a method where they provide free apartments & counseling to the homeless and even if they fail to find work they get to keep their home. It’s cheaper than the amount of money they were spending yearly on jailing & treating the homeless in hospital E.R. rooms. If we could provide the homeless with methods to build and sustain their own tiny house communities think of the money & lives we could save. But Tiny Houses aren’t just for the homeless anyone can buy some land and build their own..
This song will seriously surprise you for being from a black metal band. Did he just say black metal..uuuggghhh….lmao. Like I said it doesn’t sound like you would think. Give it a try. I dare you. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. Dark and beautiful lyrics that I will just let you enjoy.
“Phoenix”
Into the night
My long suffering friend
We’ll be reborn again
Right here where everything ends
Face to the sky
A trail of smoke in the air
Pass into emptiness
New life’s awaiting you there
Slave to some wretched old
Imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls
Of the living are flowers of fear
The morning red
A sun-god calling you back
Down through a thousand years
White embers whistle and crack
Await the dawn with her kiss of redemption,
My firebird!
You were the queen of the souls of all men
Before there was the w-o-r-d
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire’s work is done
Our time to be reborn
By pagan streams
A wind whips the leaves from the trees
And it is revealed to us
That we are dreams within dreams
Born from some wretched
Old imagination of yesteryear
Now all that grows in the skulls of the living
Are flowers of fear
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire’s work is done
Our time to be reborn
The morning new, the morning red,
The fiery promise
Mad swirling smoke wheels round her head
Dedication to the queen of souls, her lost disciples
And when the fire’s work is done
The phoenix now reborn