"[...] Relationships with women I don't consider clever
tend to fail disastrously. Some guys like big tits; I go for
massive frontal lobes." -- badmagic, in a
parenthetical comment in an entry about
inevitable gaps in knowledge
Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Oct. 6th, 2003.
"[...] Relationships with women I don't consider clever
tend to fail disastrously. Some guys like big tits; I go for
massive frontal lobes." -- badmagic, in a
parenthetical comment in an entry about
inevitable gaps in knowledge
anniemal emailed me part of this because it
reminded her of what I say about autumn or vice-versa, so
I went and
Googled
for the rest of it. Yeah, the thoughts do sound extremely
familiar, and I really like the rythym of the first line
of each verse. So I figured I'd post it here.
A Vagabond Song There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood --
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
So, uh, y'all think it needs maybe mandolin, guitar, and recorder behind it?
Gotta get these off my screen 'cause they're in the way of actual work I need to do...
I'm experimenting with a new format. I saw in a poll elsewhere that some folks would rather see link-sausage entries cut-tagged, but I didn't want to put the entire list behind a cut-tag, but please let me know what y'all think of keeping individual items really short in the main list by putting longer descriptions behind cuts. Thanks. I've got another format to try out next time.