Nov9

*concert!

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“Tonight! A big forest concert under the direction of Musical Director Woodpecker!”

*(just because we all need a fluffy forest concert break about now)

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“i’m afraid concerts spoil people for everyday life.” 

-l.m. montgomery, anne of green gables

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image credit: Peter Gray’s Delightful vintage art, from an old German children’s book

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      • Lyrically a wonderful song Beth …
        “Choir Of Cicadas” … Poets of the Fall

        It’s the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks
        Seashells washed ashore down by the docks
        So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud
        Don’t wait for the hour to give birth to doubt

        In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight
        When trivial truths sit next to the taillights
        When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
        All carved in the shape of freedom

        Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon
        Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned
        And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store
        Like a work of art of uneasy rapport

        The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read
        In the heat blurry air we’re down in the field
        Where to the choir of cicadas’ jubilee
        Among the clouds we once fell asleep

        The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales
        Old mothers singing rusty old tales
        Like revving engines keening sky high
        Yet theirs is never a war cry

        So I’ll be your lover now, brazen and bright
        Like the flare of a match you struck in the night
        Though what does a stray know ’bout holy and true
        But I’ll always come to your rescue

        Oh lord won’t you hear your children cry
        Singing their praise and their hallelujahs
        I have no more words to describe
        An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah
        So where is my lover, my firelight
        The line on the edge of truth and rumour
        We took our vows in the heart of the night
        We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright

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