mick
location: Shambala
listening to: Sounds that can’t be made
registered: 2001.10.26
posts: 5116
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Pretty fucking bleak if you ask me. Here's an antidote...a shire dream if you like...
A PIPER
by: Seamus O'Sullivan
PIPER in the streets today
Set up, and tuned, and started to play,
And away, away, away on the tide Of his music we started; on every side
Doors and windows were opened wide,
And men left down their work and came,
And women with petticoats coloured like flame.
And little bare feet that were blue with cold, Went dancing back to the age of gold, And all the world went gay, went gay,
For half an hour in the street today.
–--
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
mick
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Pretty fucking bleak if you ask me. Here's an antidote...a shire dream if you like...
A PIPER
by: Seamus O'Sullivan
PIPER in the streets today
Set up, and tuned, and started to play,
And away, away, away on the tide Of his music we started; on every side
Doors and windows were opened wide,
And men left down their work and came,
And women with petticoats coloured like flame.
And little bare feet that were blue with cold, Went dancing back to the age of gold, And all the world went gay, went gay,
For half an hour in the street today.
–--
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
