then & now & then & now ...déjà voodoo... thanks Xtie...fantabulous..! he (like Lenon) were avant garde...coupla yrs older...like overture to open-up pathways ...side-ways...other ways... way contigo vis-a-vis Mr. Tambourine Man (tried to explain it to mi madre...whoa!!!) verse that ends: And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming...
each song elicited occluded emotion... ...y naturalmente eyeful of twinkle about yrses relationship...
Abe says,"Man, you must be putting me on."
He felt a spark tingle to his bones..
Oh, the ragman draws circles up and down the block.
Forget the dead you left they will not follow you.
Any day now...any day now released...
They're selling postcards of the hanging... Her sin is her lifelessness...
Just so rich, so absorbing, this story
Thanks, Lauri, I really appreciate your feedback. It sure is a challenge for my memory muscles, but the more I dive, the more I find...xxx
then & now & then & now ...déjà voodoo... thanks Xtie...fantabulous..! he (like Lenon) were avant garde...coupla yrs older...like overture to open-up pathways ...side-ways...other ways... way contigo vis-a-vis Mr. Tambourine Man (tried to explain it to mi madre...whoa!!!) verse that ends: And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming...
each song elicited occluded emotion... ...y naturalmente eyeful of twinkle about yrses relationship...
Abe says,"Man, you must be putting me on."
He felt a spark tingle to his bones..
Oh, the ragman draws circles up and down the block.
Forget the dead you left they will not follow you.
Any day now...any day now released...
They're selling postcards of the hanging... Her sin is her lifelessness...
David, as always, your comments are poems in their own right! thanks for the support! xxx
Love that Dyl!
me too!
Fabulous. Thank you for sharing this story. Feels like we were there in the wings with you.
That's just what I hope it feels like! Thanks, Shaun...