Montecello
Thus in the waning hours of the night he lays still
Betrothed only to the beckoning hours of the morning
If the morning comes at all
So by this meager promise he burdens the cold, the dark, glutton to its secrets
Perpetrator of the night
Binding, sealed with a kiss he puts out the candle
Hot wax splashing
Blood blooming like wine on the soft skin of the mouth
The gentle apothecary has told true
Blessed aroma!
Tangible and fleeting your bitterness lingers
And your body...
To say nothing of your body would be better
Than to feebly describe your goodness
Pewter is not silver and I am no fool
Yet, what I has since entered?
What he is present?
Whether I be he, or he I
There is but one answer
The glass is empty and I am out of drink
So begins the great divorce
Before the union ever passed
Oh, bitter burden
Oh, perpetrator of the night
Fill my glass again
W estuvé aquí @ 02:22
8 Comments:
yeah!
Why is this called Monticello? Is it about Thomas Jefferson in anyway?
or maybe, is it about a dime???
Montecello is a wine...;-)
I should have known!
I'm waiting for a Country Comfort poem . . .
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
And it's good old country comfort in my balls
hey! Thanks for the link, Kyle! I just noticed right now. I also like the exclamation mark after my name....it adds emotion, passion! ;-)
By the way....I think you told me you understand both spanish and catalan...? If the answer is "yes!" (I'm pretty sure it is...), I could write my comments here in spanish...that way, you can practice it and will make my life easier! ;-) (ok, you win....it's basically to make my life easier...). What do you think...? :)
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