From all sorts of direction

Wow, it's funny how people live that way. I mean, some of it is ok, but some of them, it's just plain weird. I have been one of those people who other people turn to to tell me things that they cant't tell anyone. Me? A faithful listener as I don't have anything to tell. Yes, it is cliche and its about love. I wasn't lucky enough to experience that, yet but I'm sure sooner or later tho and I considered myself lucky and worthy because oh, I know it all and people trust me. So, I have listened to a lot of stories, experiences, lies and truth. Some are pure shocking and some are pleasantly suprising and some are just funny. I would say I did learn a lot from what I heard, that it makes sense of everything that happen, because of the action taken and the sequences. It always leave me smiling when I remembered about THEIR STORIES, blush suddenly when i think about THEIR STORIES if it was too...u know. It's cool, different people, different story to tell, different events, different emotions, different people involved, it's fun to know about secrets and dirty dishes. Haha. I didn't ask for it ok, THEY came to me and I accepted with open ears and open mind and heart. I am not the one to judge, tho I do make my own perceptions and views and keep it to myself. As far as you concern, I didnt say anything about taking them to the grave but you won't caught anyone knowing about YOU and YOUR STORIES because sometimes when the memory box and perceptions area has been filled and overflow, I need a release. I have to talk about it and share my views, just a little. But really, what gets me is how people live it that way. I always found that very disturbing and funny and lets me wonder a bit how am I going to be if I were in that situation. How can I changed it so it won't have to be that way or something? Heavy stuff. LOL. But it was refreshing and good, I guess. A nice way to put it. :]

Scarborough fair

Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

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Scarborough Fair by Sarah Brightman

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyem
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

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The Elfin Knight

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She must be a true love of mine

Tell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bed
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell her I swear she'll have nothing to dread
She must be a true love of mine

Tell her tomorrow her answer make known
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
What e'er she may say I'll not leave her alone
She must be a true love of mine

Her answer it came in a week and a day
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
I'm sorry, good sir, I must say thee nay
I'll bot be a true love of thine

From the sting of my curse she can never be free
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Unless she unravels my riddlings three
She will be a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemaryand thyme
Without any seam or needlework
Else she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea water
Else she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
Else's shell be a true love of mine
And her daughters forever possessions of mine

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The Lovers's Promises
Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
Always he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him I've made him a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or needlework
Always he'll be a true love of mine

Tell her she's found me an acre of land
Parslet, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
That makes her a true love mine

Tell her she's plowed it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
She's sowed it all over with one grain of corn
Yes, she is a true love of mine
And her daughter forever a daughter of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, saage, rosemary and thyme
Remember us to all who live there
Ours will be true love for all time

*I can't stop humming and slow dancing to this song, addicted and wish I could have all the song's versions*

Ohhh, this is so haunting.....me. A story. A curse, three impossible tasks to solve or I'll be yours to own without my consent?
Do read 'Impossible' by Nancy Werlin and do listen to 'Scarborough Fair'. I promise you a true love because that's the only thing that can save you from him. And true love it is... :