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Dec. 17th, 2005|06:27 am |
visiem, kam kaut ko izsaka "quoth the raven "nevermore!"", reku saldēdieniņš:
The Band Van
by Lawrie Malen
once upon a midnight dreary, prowling the M4, tired and weary,
pondering the roadstrips white and passing by across the floor,
my eyes heavy, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping,
robbie williams, a rubbish songwriter, rapping away on radio 4;
only this, and nothing more.
ah, distinctly i remember, near the eve of bleak december,
a tired and weary band member despised of hearing any more.
a flick, a switch, a change of station, a need for audio migration,
at last; the arctic monkeys, 'i bet you look good on the dancefloor'.
played again, forevermore.
then, methought, the air grew thicker, perfumed by a half-eaten snicker,
the snow grew dense and all around was ice upon the floor.
dropped off john, out came his dad, from head to foot in towelling clad,
"where has thou been?" was asked as i slowly pushed open my door.
quoth the malen, "been on tour".
hours glaze by, the roads behind me, fourteen days of song and harmony
forgotten as a mood plutonian down upon my soul began to bore.
a flick, a catch, an open portal, staring upon this beautiful mortal,
sleepy-eyed and questioning of my return once more.
quoth the malen, "been on tour".
three dates ahead, never flitting, quiet upon the calendar sitting,
with all the craft of pallas, yet more journeys to endure.
desolate, yet still undaunted, though my eyes are dark and haunted,
i shall cry, nepenthe to weep, when laying on my return to shore,
"i shall drive - nevermore!" |
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