according to Mort Sahl
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Natalie Merchant - Verdi Cries
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" The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them on the shore.
I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago."
Friday, December 11, 2009
She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up...
She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup
She wasn´t hard to talk to....
Looked like she had nowhere to go
So I gave her my pass
So she could get in and see the show