Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine.
And no one called us to the land And no one knows the where's or why's Something stirs and something tries Starts to climb toward the light.
Monday, November 3, 2008
"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"
Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).