Last Rose Of Summer

We had a few laffs.  Famous last words from those who have passed through my life.

This blog has slowed to a grinding halt - as tough times and other endeavors take priority in the Roller's life.

Since everything goes full circle, I feel it fitting to end as it started.  Ranting about Judas Priest's farewell tour kept me busy.  A great band regardless of their current tribulations and dubious demise.  The music lives on, and hopefully past their mortality.

This early Priest song, slightly ripped off from an Irish poem, continues the same sentiment, and expresses my feelings better than I ever could with mere words.

Pretty, clean, Hendrix style chords, and it's related to Gardening! -another of Rotten's many hobbies.

Man tries to control nature, but nature's will always triumphs.  No matter where man may sow a seed, or tries to direct it's propagation, the originality and unique individualism of the species lives on, uncontrolled-almost untouched by man.  Man works in earnest against forces he cannot really control, always in awe of the results.  (Wow man, that's some heavy shit!)  

This concept applies to more than flowers if you think about it.

Touching, sentimental, beautiful.  An ending........ and a beginning.

Farewell for now...Rock on