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Sleepy
Eyes
Sleepy eyes I don’t know what you’re thinking With that soft winter sunshine in your hair Maybe tomorrow you’ll say what’s on your mind But tonight, its all right, I don’t care. The coffee’s gone cold , while you’re sleeping The log on the fire’s turned ash-grey While you dream on I can say ‘I love you’ Its something I don’t often say Are you dreaming of what you’ve forsaken Or the places you may never know One day my love, perhaps things will change And maybe we really will go. The world can be cold and unfeeling And we have to face problems each day But while you’re asleep, I know we’ll survive And tonight, its all right, we don’t care. |
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Faery Fella's Master Stroke An apothecary watching the slaughter With Pestle and Mortar Mixing the madder Are you really in focus Arching to strike? Figures you've etched in Painted all tainted Ghouls you created Weeds of your mind Screaming in laughter Seen at the scene Were they painted in Or did they just appear...to leer Watching the axe fall? Maybe the figures blurred in the shutter When they sprang from the wood in Fontainebleau Shouting Take him! Take him! he's mad Richard Dadd |
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Fleurs The clouds of hate are gathering now Black, like the once fertile soil The flowers of evil flourish somehow In the copper-green mists of decay And we ask how can nature still hope to survive Against man's all invincible power But perhaps we're just minutes of life on a slide And the glass will be cleaned in the hour |
Bye
Bud Abbot I used to laugh when you fell down But down you fell Standing there like a giant With
But the world couldn't screams of laughter running down your face So you left, Right goose-marching
your jokes
down into history
Goodbye
Bud |