Florence Park
Cycling no-handed down the chestnut boulevard
(curved as exquisitely as any Georgian crescent)
out of nowhere
you ambush my mind
William Blake
you ambush my mind
and my heart explodes
like a bomb full of blossom
Ah! William Blake!
There you stand
stark bollock naked
dripping and glistening with glorious English drizzle
arms outstretched to the heavens
singing with an electricity
as ancient as the gilded hills
And a cocky Doberman with a bass clef tail
cocks his leg against the Eucalyptus tree
And two rooks waddle across the grass like pompous umpires
scanning the pitch for red-leather worms
And as the sergeant major robin inspects his sentinel yews
a beagle at the bandstand begins to howl the beagle blues
The beagle blues!
The beagle blues!
The beagle blues!
Yes!
William Blake!
All of God's creatures salute you
Cycling no-handed down the chestnut boulevard
(curved as exquisitely as any Georgian crescent)
out of nowhere
you ambush my mind
William Blake
you ambush my mind
and my heart explodes
like a bomb full of blossom
Ah! William Blake!
There you stand
stark bollock naked
dripping and glistening with glorious English drizzle
arms outstretched to the heavens
singing with an electricity
as ancient as the gilded hills
And a cocky Doberman with a bass clef tail
cocks his leg against the Eucalyptus tree
And two rooks waddle across the grass like pompous umpires
scanning the pitch for red-leather worms
And as the sergeant major robin inspects his sentinel yews
a beagle at the bandstand begins to howl the beagle blues
The beagle blues!
The beagle blues!
The beagle blues!
Yes!
William Blake!
All of God's creatures salute you