Farewell Florence Park
On my way to buy champagne
in the mid-April well-chilled rain
suburban sprites beckon me in
and then close the gates behind me
Cycling down the chestnut boulevard
(bowed as exquisitely as the city's High)
you ambush my mind
William Blake
and my heart explodes
Ah! William Blake!
Standing stark bollock naked before me in the glorious English drizzle
singing with an electricity as ancient
as the gilded hills
A Doberman with a bass clef tail
cockily cocks his leg against the Eucalyptus tree
A lone rook waddles across the grass like a pompous umpire
scanning the pitch for red-leather worms
And as the sergeant major robin inspects his seven sentinel yews
a beagle at the bandstand begins to howl the beagle blues
Yes!
William!
All of God's creatures salute you
On my way to buy champagne
in the mid-April well-chilled rain
suburban sprites beckon me in
and then close the gates behind me
Cycling down the chestnut boulevard
(bowed as exquisitely as the city's High)
you ambush my mind
William Blake
and my heart explodes
Ah! William Blake!
Standing stark bollock naked before me in the glorious English drizzle
singing with an electricity as ancient
as the gilded hills
A Doberman with a bass clef tail
cockily cocks his leg against the Eucalyptus tree
A lone rook waddles across the grass like a pompous umpire
scanning the pitch for red-leather worms
And as the sergeant major robin inspects his seven sentinel yews
a beagle at the bandstand begins to howl the beagle blues
Yes!
William!
All of God's creatures salute you