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Caravanserai
Gordion, Anatolia, Turkey, June 2003 Some 10,000 Celts are thought to have lived here in the 3rd century BC. I look out past the arche...
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Caravanserai
Gordion, Anatolia, Turkey, June 2003 Some 10,000 Celts are thought to have lived here in the 3rd century BC. I look out past the archeological site to the burial mounds rising in the distance and imagine all the people who had traversed these plains the routine of setting up camp and then leaving; the sounds, the smells, the trepidations; preparing the animals, living next to the elements
Mongolia, September 2003 I have spent a fascinating time with a Mongolian nomadic family contemplating their connection to the Celts, moving livestock from summer to winter pastures.
Cappadocia to Konya, Turkey, October 2003 On the road to Konya, we visit a caravanserai; a stunning building. Susan Whitfield, in her book Life Along The Silk Road, describes these structures as stopping places for itinerant merchants, their servants and animals The bazaar was held here. Ten or more languages might be heard at any one time, as people haggled over the silks, spices and other luxuries This causes me to reflect on the concept of home, the nomadic impulse and our relationship to nature, the land our collective histories merging into something new. Is it happening too quickly in our contemporary times?
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Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence f...
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Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.
I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you
I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.
Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more.
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