Here's one for my beautiful, long suffering, sweet thing of a Sea Nymph who deserved the last few days in the chill zone so much more than me.
And I will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And I will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And I shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And I will never grow so old again
And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
4 comments:
Astral Weeks is one of the best albums of all time
NM - glad you think so too - but somehow, I'm not surprised. Yeah,it get's gold over at Beach Bum's shack. I first heard it laying in the bath after a particularly grinding shift in a factory I used to work in. Think "auditory orgasm" and you get close to the vibe it gave me. Funnily enough, my old man went fishing with Van around the time this was in the making ...
so do you like Tim Buckley's Greetings From LA also?
NM - I'll tell you after it arrives from the Amazonians - thx for the tip (again).
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