22 juin 2010
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM TOTEM
(in memory of Shakespeare and the Incredible String Band)
alas my long-eared love doeth suffer silently
a-frowning and frettin' in shadow
so low below the golden glow
lo! come midnight and he sits me on his lap
as were I but a mere babe new-born
to whisper words of lore forlorn
onto my eager ear
and I roar like a tiger
yeah a tiger lily ambushed in a bush
a tiger a-fire hitting the road
raising a storm riding the storm
lovin' the storm
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