"Bright Eyes"—Song from Watership Down
Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death down-stream
Oh is it a dream
There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go
And what does it mean or is it a dream
Bright eyes burning like fire
Bright eyes how can you close and fail
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale--bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream
There's a high wind in the frees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows where you go
And where do you start
Oh, oh into the dark
~~Sung by Art Garfunkel
I know a man named Bob
who complains that his father
plays rock and roll on the stereo
loud, so loud that Bob
can't study at home during the day.
Funny, Bob always smiles about it.
His father, eighty-two years old,
plays rock and roll. I wonder
what music he plays.
Does he waltz to Barry Manilow,
or mosh to Suicidal Tendencies?
What does an eighty-two year old
rock and roller listen to?
Does he chuckle to "Truckin",
"Life in the Fast Lane"?
Does he reflect on "Time"?
Maybe he bops, listening
to "Rock Around the Clock",
the "Monster Mash". Maybe
he digs U2 and The Clash.
"Smells Like Teen Spirit" could be
spinning on his turntable now.
His hair could be flailing.
His head could be banging.
Slayer could be playing
at a volume near ten.
Funny, Bob always smiles about it.
When I see that smile, I picture
his father, an eighty-two year old man,
hand held high, lighter ablaze,
screaming the chorus "Rock of Ages".
This is completely fantastic:
Bob's father still rolling.
I am VERY proud to introduce to the web a talented young poet who has an amazing clarity and adeptness at this medium. Alexis...I wasn't kidding. Never lose this and never waste it. You are truly remarkable!
chocolate covered carnival,
I mean cherry,
we'll stick with carnival,
but let's change chocolate to caramel,
caramel covered carnival.
see the world from the top of a
oh, you're stuck?
don't worry, it's all a part of the ride--
death, that is.
unbuckle your seatbelt when you feel
your seat tipping upside down.
too bad you didn't have wings,
it would make the fall a little
easier to handle.
did you expect to live forever?
you needed to pay extra if you
wanted to survive the ride.
sorry, no refunds.
maybe you'll come back as a bird,
or a mosquito,
something with wings, yeah, that sounds about right.
Caught this young lady in the act during Phantom Stranger's performance at Poor Richard's. I do believe she caught the essense of the stage-presence of the singer quite accurately.
By the way, if you like true-to-type heavy metal, check Phantom Stranger out.
a black monolith stands,
shiny comedic exo-skeleton falls to the ground,
a lion's mane hides a soul
vibrant and primed,
much to overwhelming to try and catch
more than a glimpse.
the tongue of a serpent,
the claws of a hawk.
eyes that have lived,
a full moon hides herself inside your
her light transformed to sound every time
you open your mouth to roar.
here stands our monolith.
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