Categories philosophy true beauty Post author By Dale Post date April 16, 2009 9 Comments on true beauty …is sometimes found in surprising places. Share this:FacebookTwitterWhatsAppTumblrEmailPinterest Tags culture, current event, dignity, humanity ← measuring value → using google reader 9 replies on “true beauty” Great post Dale! It’s good to see someone recognised for their ability rather than how they look. I’m sick of the mass produced pop-tarts who make millions despite not having any musical talent. Blessings, Ryan Cheers Ryan, True Beauty is all the more beautiful when contrasted with those fake would-be versions you refer to. ((having said all this, her singing is indeed very good – no doubt – but I think it’s more the setting and response of the judges/crowd that caused it to get –at the moment– more than 7 million views so quickly)) Hehe, now here’s a thought: what about those of us who can’t sing to save ourselves? I think it’s unfair that the media glorify her just because she’s got a pretty voice. Sheesh, you people are sooooo shallow! ;) (I wonder if there could ever be a reverse scenario where we hear this horrendous rasping hag on a phone but when she finally swishes through the velvet curtain we are driven to wiping our eyes because she’s just so beautiful and symmetrical!) Ahh, but I love the voice of horrendous rasping hags!!! :D But in all seriousness, she has a wonderful voice and I have to confess to having a bit of a tear in my eye. That doesn’t have to be a ‘confession’ – I reckon a few million others teared up too :) aww heck – just had to post the lyrics (I’m a sucker for Les Miserables!)… I Dreamed A Dream There was a time when men were kind, And their voices were soft, And their words inviting. There was a time when love was blind, And the world was a song, And the song was exciting. There was a time when it all went wrong… I dreamed a dream in time gone by, When hope was high and life, worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid, And dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, No song unsung, no wine, untasted. But the tigers come at night, With their voices soft as thunder, As they tear your hope apart, And they turn your dream to shame. He slept a summer by my side, He filled my days with endless wonder… He took my childhood in his stride, But he was gone when autumn came! And still I dream he’ll come to me, That we will live the years together, But there are dreams that cannot be, And there are storms we cannot weather! I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living, So different now from what it seemed… Now life has killed the dream I dreamed… (copied from here) OK – wow – no offense to Susan Boyle, but talk about tears… I just watched the 10th Anniversary version here – with Ruthie Henshall. No contest in my book (and nothing to do with levels of attractiveness of the singers)! Comments are closed.