the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'

Friday, December 15, 2006

"We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.

Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest. "

Tull, Crest of a Knave, 1987

I dont know where I have been, but I am coming back.

Labels: Music

3 Comments:

Anonymous said... On Tuesday, December 19, 2006 11:15:00 am

Welcome back.
- RS.

Anonymous said... On Friday, December 22, 2006 12:02:00 am

Try not to disappear again too soon.

Anonymous said... On Wednesday, January 17, 2007 12:55:00 pm

Hmmm....nice song..."...a night at Budapest"!

I am excited...thanx for the song :-)

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