"This coffee plunges into the stomach...the mind is aroused, and ideas pour forth like the battalions of the Grand Army on the field of battle.... Memories charge at full gallop...the light cavalry of comparisons deploys itself magnificently; the artillery of logic hurry in with their train of ammunition; flashes of wit pop up like sharp-shooters"   Honore de Balzac

Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold
I'll be there, I'll be there, I will be there

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way
Praying for survival at the end of the day.
There is no compassion for those who stay
I'll be there, I'll be there, I will be there

There must be someone who can set them free
To take their sorrow from this odyssey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity
Can't you see, Can't you see, Can't you see
I'll be there, I'll be there, I will be there

--Emerson, Lake and Palmer, KARN EVIL 9 (1st Impression)
Lyrics: Greg Lake, Music: Keith Emerson

David Lyon

My interests include traveling, photography, walking, relaxing, nature, unconventional music, conservation and historic preservation. I am also an avid espresso connoisseur.