1969

Grazing in the grass sunny afternoon.

Inky dinky spider dancing in the street.

“I Got You.”

Down by the river I can see for miles.

River man Ghosts walk on by.

“Tighten up, solo dancer.”

“Here I go again.”

Oscillations.  Pressure drop.

The first cut is the deepest.

“It was a very good year,  Doctor who.”

It’s the same old song crying.

It’s gonna rain crazy.

“Is that all there is?”    

Tomorrow never knows.   

Time is on my side. 

Everybody’s talkin’  what is and what should never be.

White rabbit runaway    crying dazed and confused.

“Paint It black.   I like it like that.”

Astronomy Domine.    

Season of the witch.

“Get ready,  suspicious minds.    

A day in the life I can’t explain.” 

"Don’t think twice, it’s all right.    

A change is gonna come.   

I heard it through the grapevine.      Come together in C.”

“Hold on, I’m comin’.   

These boots are made for walkin’.”

River deep mountain high. 

The sound of silence   

for what it’s worth piece of my heart.

I hear a symphony under the boardwalk.   

Different drum,  unchained melody.

One beyond the sea.

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Collage of        

60s Music Titles 

Two-part invention in F major

Snow Snow Tell me your story

 

Snow  Snow    Where are you coming from

I’m coming from the above

Snow  Snow    where are you going 

I’m going to the ground

To the leaves    to the roof    to the pavement

I’m sitting on the rock         sitting on the soil

I’m everywhere                you can imagine

And when you change 　　into your full gear

you can even play with me

Turn me into a snowman      make me into small balls          

and have a little snowball fight

When I melt into the river　　　　　I go with a flow

to the far far away in the distance　　　

and finally to the ocean

When I’m too heavy　　　I fall down     to the ground

When you wake up from your dream

I might be gone

Melt into 

everything

After This, I’ll Do Some Things.

 

After this,  I’ll do some things.

After this,  I’ll do some things.

Three times,  it rang.

But I don’t know.

I don’t know those things.

It’s all out of the blue.

If you get a phone call 

From an old Magus,

Here you go,

Magically unexpected.

Well,  you should know.

You should know those things.

You should know those things,    deep inside. 

Sincerely, my friend. 

Windy and rainy outside.  

Also remember, 

Something thick has a large distance

Between two sides.

Could be.   Could be.

It could be like that.

Yes, it could be like that indeed.

Old Mother Goose told me

Only time and tide play the game right.

Tell me more.    Tell me more.

About the cat and the fiddle.

She told me three times.

She told me three times.

She did tell me three times.

Soon, 

They shall all appear.

As fast as rhymes,

As white as whatever,

Ride through the air,

Ride through the ocean.

And at that very moment,

At that very second,

The door opened    

For the door itself.

Things are like that.

Oh, things are really like that.

Could be.     Could be.

After this,     After this wine,

I’ll do some things.

Sure,  I’ll do some things.

IT’S ALL STARTED WHEN

 

Poetry killed the poet.

The poet loved poetry.

The poet’s son was watching it

and wrote a poem.

The poem which the poet’s son wrote was missing one day.

The poet’s son suspected poetry must have hidden it.

How do you find the poem?

The poet’s son went to poetry and asked where the poem was.

Poetry was silent.

Next moment, poetry tried to kill the poet’s son also.

But the poet’s son caught poetry just before

and killed the poetry.

That was the story how poetry was lost long ago.

It’s all started when poetry killed the poet.

EPIC

 

Once upon a time,

Poetry man painted rhythm. Rollin’ and tumblin’ picture in a frame. Stormy weather. Sing sing sing. Lullaby of birdland,  the galaxy song   beyond the blue horizon. Don't think twice, it's all right. Everything flows. Row row row.     River man. Many rivers to cross. The magic number  sittin’ on the dock of the bay somewhere down the crazy river, muddy water. Straighten it out, master builder. Conception by the light of the silvery moon. Take me to the river. Ring ring ring.      Starman. Scenario  standing on the corner Plum street. She’s out there somewhere on the sunny side of the street. Don't get around much anymore. Constellation folks who live on the hill running up that hill. Misty mountain. On the road again. Don’t get me wrong,  Yellow. Speak no evil,  deep purple. Draw the line,  Blue in green, Footprints dancing barefoot praise you from a distance. The man with a child in his eyes. Remedy. Memories are made of this golden ring. On and on, the circle game changes. Arthur’s theme swinging on a star, bridge over a troubled water, moving over the rainbow. Take this waltz. Message in a bottle. ——————————————— (Collage of song titles)