My best to you and your family.
Love, Dara
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A one, two
A one, two, four
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willy, Willy is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
Whistling tunes
We hide in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes
We’re kissing baboons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
Games without frontiers
War without tears
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in treetops, shouting out rude names
Whistling tunes
We hide in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes
We piss on the goons in the jungle
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers
War without tears
Games without frontiers
War without tears
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
Jeux sans frontières
_ GAMES WITHOUT FRONTIERS, Peter Gabriel
This time of year I often think of this old song:
My father’s mansion’s many rooms
Have room for all of His children
As long as we do share His love
And see that all are free.
And see that all are free to grow
And see that all are free to know
And free to open or to close
The door of their own room.
What is a room without a door
Which sometimes locks or stands ajar?
What is a room without a wall
To keep out sight and sound from all?
And dwellers in each room should have
The right to choose their own design
And color schemes to suit their own
Though differing from mine.
Yes and each door has its own design
To suit the owners state of mind
And those who’d want them all the same
Don’t understand, the human game.
My father’s mansion’s many rooms
Have room for all of His children
If we do but share in His love
And see that all are free.
The choice is ours to share this earth
With all its many joys abound
Or to continue as we have
And burn God’s mansion down.
-lyrics and music by Pete Seegar
Happy Chanukah, Merry Christmas and here’s to wishing everyone a wonderful holiday.
Love, Dara
