Showing posts with label Ian Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian Anderson. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Old Black Cat, Ian Anderson
cats are somehow...japanese..in the way "we" think they are,
not really so japanese at all..cats.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
A Raft Of Penguins, Ian Anderson
A raft of penguins on a frozen sea.
Expectant faces look down on me.
Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays.
Counting eleven, they begin to pray.
Expectant faces look down on me.
Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays.
Counting eleven, they begin to pray.
Tenuous but clinging, the missing link
Joins us, closer than we might think.
Some half remembered coarse jungle drum
A naked heart-beat, trill and hum.
Joins us, closer than we might think.
Some half remembered coarse jungle drum
A naked heart-beat, trill and hum.
This worlds no stage for the faint at heart.
Each symphony, a sum of parts.
Each overture, a sweet foreplay.
Lets crash and burn some other day.
Each symphony, a sum of parts.
Each overture, a sweet foreplay.
Lets crash and burn some other day.
Bonded in terror or suspicion deep
Tentative tiptoe or giant leap
Call down the angels to guide them in
A raft of penguins take to the wing.
Tentative tiptoe or giant leap
Call down the angels to guide them in
A raft of penguins take to the wing.
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