Friday, October 3, 2014

Morphine - You look like rain

i think i listened to this too often if this is possible

First I learned to crawl And then some other strokes I can never remember any real good jokes Do you feel like swimming? Do you feel like swimming? Yes, right now I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown It's a lot like swimming the first time over your head It gets easier when you move your arms and legs And for air you lift your head, why don't we try it right now Yes, right now Yes, right now Well, I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown Well, I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown We'll go by way of the garden Fat with tomatoes and beans on the vine Sweet like the way it was Like swimming for the very first time Do you feel like swimming? Do you feel like swimming? Well, I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown I know a way to swim all the way downtown Do you feel like swimming? Do you feel like swimming?

Fern Hill, Dylan Thomas

Fern Hill

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
     The night above the dingle starry,
          Time let me hail and climb
     Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
          Trail with daisies and barley
     Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
     In the sun that is young once only,
          Time let me play and be 
     Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
          And the sabbath rang slowly
     In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
     And playing, lovely and watery
          And fire green as grass.
     And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
     Flying with the ricks, and the horses
          Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
     Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
          The sky gathered again
     And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
     Out of the whinnying green stable
          On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
     In the sun born over and over,
          I ran my heedless ways,
     My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
     Before the children green and golden
          Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
     In the moon that is always rising,
          Nor that riding to sleep
     I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
          Time held me green and dying
     Though I sang in my chains like the sea.