1979 School Magazine

&fF€'s ,k?usre "Establishment Blues" Run Rife

O.rn Lfistening To The Theme Song From "Flenie At Hanglng Rock,,. All is quiet. It's not something to talk through Because the chords are wrenching at our hearts and the tears begin to fall down. We are quiet And hold them back, not letting the music carry us to the depths not letting it tear us apart with memories The result is the samo We want to stop it when it runs like liquid fire through us When it crushes our emotions like spiderwebs. But it has a sweetness that is at once painful and LIVED AND Sr'Tt I,YES You, Were part of our tree: A young bough, Barely blooming, Prematurely torn from our life. Our sap runs freely from throughout To that place from which you iave been cut; For with your life Ours is drained also. Our /oss is great; For you were different, Forever tickling our trunk With your sparkling eyes, your litile ditties Yet ready to help us - whenever. Now you are gone. Frantically we search for you - Anything to sooth that aching spot Your parting left us with. Yet in our confusion, We cannot see. One day that wound feets different, It weeps no longer - Part o-f your sap, now mixed with ours, Has lightly touched that spot, Once so very tender. For.a second time, your sap goes on its way. And yet, We do not cry, For we know, That while it is filling out our branches, You live your life with us, As ever, For ever. Jane Pillow, 12E. SO so beautif ul. Kathie Jeays, 9A.

Rodriguez croons,. While Kate Bush Runs out. "On the wiley, windy moors" And we run "When the party's over," Echoes softly in the room. "l don't want to talk about it lf I stay here any longer This old heart of mine Will be stone cold sober.', The dry gravelly Voice of Rod Stewart resounds from wall to walt And Julie Covington Suffers alone - "Don't cry for me, Argentina" "The tracks of my tears" Are all that are left. Shirl's music Flows on; And so does life -. Barbara Ainsworth, 12A

Janis lan's rich melodious voice

They said we'd last forever,

and I believed them.

Only they never told me

that one day

one of us would die. It's-not supposed to happen that way you know; Only the etderty are supposea to iti6. Not the young, and not so violently. And never someone you know and love. So when you did die, and so suddenly, no warning, no farewells, I couldn't understand it, or accept it, or believe it. Because you see, it's,not supposed to happen that way. tsut Paul, ihey made a mislake, because it did happen. To us.

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