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There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
(Lay the bent to the bonnie broom)
Two daughters were the babes she bore
(Fa la la la la la la la la la)

alternating with each of the lines below
As one grew bright as is the sun,
So coal black grew the elder one.
Read more... )
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and always she would sweep me
up up up in her wide arms
we can be bats in the belfry
she said
the empress and a knight of charms
Read more... )
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And we'll drink up the sun, and we'll drink down the moon
Let the neighbours say little or much
(old english trad.)

merry meet
merry part
merry meet again.

All the sisters singing from the circles edge
from the hedgerows to the hearth
from the rising of the sun
to the moon drunk down with the dark. 

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Prod me or press me
it really won't impress me
and i'm wearing my very best
iron dress me

insults just bounce off
and idiots too
it's very good protection
from the likes of you!
tsk! tsk! )
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And in that day and I done

Walk with magic

Shaking my stick

With a silver tip...

follow the coin as it clatters... )

Whispers

Nov. 29th, 2008 01:28 am
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The thing alive is light - it is light that lives - through history - through erasure - between the lines - beyond the gunfire - between the fingers - what slips free of our hands - avoids language - avoids touch - avoids containment - the identity prison - there is light slipping nimbly between the bars and free.

生きた事は生命-歴史によって-削除による… -ライン間で-どんなスリップが私達の手の放すか砲撃を越える…ことライトそれ軽いである-指か間で- -言語を-接触を避ける-避ける原子格納容器-アイデンティティの刑務所-をそこにある棒の間ですばやく入れ、自由なライトが避けるか。

To live a life - by history - by removing ... - in line - that any slip or let go of our hands ... to cross the bombardment of lights - or between your fingers - - language - Contact shun - Avoid nuclear containment - identity of the prison - and there quickly and put a stick between freedom or avoid the light

歴史-作品-を削除することにより.. .な生活を送るには行--は、任意のスリップやG o ogleの手を離してください.. .ライトの衝撃を乗り越えるため-またはあなたの指- -言語-連絡先との間を避ける-を避ける核封じ込め-刑務所の同一性-して、そちらに迅速かつ自由や光を避けるの間に固執する

History - the work - by deleting. To lead life, line--Please release the hand of optional slip and Google.
In order to get over the impact of the light/write, - or your finger - - language - you avoid with ahead communicating, - the nucleus which is avoided you enclose and - identity of the jail - do, to there you avoid quick and freedom and light persist between.

歴史-作品-を削除することにより.. .な生活を送るには行--は、任意のスリップやの手を離してください.. .ライトの衝撃を乗り越えるため-またはあなたの指- -言語-連絡先との間を避ける-を避ける核封じ込め-刑務所の同一性-して、そちらに迅速かつ自由や光を避けるの間に固執する 
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(part two - now and here)

ah

! - waking the storm, waking the storm now 
storm,
who stole that hammer from the thunder giant's hands
ah! - yeah, slipping in between his sleeping fingers
sleeping like the story says Read more... )
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(part one - there and then)

you and me babe

remembering the big back when, back then
and a thousand lives flickering from the rain wet windows
as we ran the length of the city
holding hard the hand of every rusting fire-escape
rolling down the cold iron in a tumbling kiss and away yeah... )
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merry meet, merry part, merry meet again.

for the veil is thin
as a black crows wing
and the bones so cross are a talking
as the nights draw in
gather friends now and sing
for tonight only spirits are walking

 
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Ok, so banging my head against the keys don't do it - never could get the hang of formatting,
i'll have to let the default setting do the paperwork for me  - and this will just have to be another temporary entry and an apology to any that have recieved my 'Malfunctioning Eddie' type messages.

but hey ho, i just can't grasp the codes - still, the funny comes when someone confuses typing with ...
and true enough someone asked me today,
"Why can't you SPELL???!"
Hey SonnyDjin, you listen well..

i remember the fire from her birth in the dark
i remember the earth where our feet left their mark
i remember the air when it was filled with colour
and i know that aether is the name of my mother
and water? Well, i kissed the foaming waves
and i spat them back

and i drew a circle of salt on the the green mossed rock
and planted three cups to watch over

and i remember when the moon went down
we were stood upon sacred ground
watching the angels circling round
all of my sisters
now lost to the road
know that even the hearts of stars explode
songs get forgotten, guitars corrode
and a man can be stuck forever
in the deep of a well

are you so sure now
that i cannot SPELL?


* * *
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ah face culture - love that l'il dutch site!:)

i dunno, it's a little shallow but something about face culture is so cute, it's very - uh, clean.

has a whole host of video interviews with bands-a-plenty being asked the same questions in a friendly neutral tone and it's funny -

track half way round the world and i bump into the kills and - pow! - memories of the putney bus, fire escapes - parties, london in the 80s, tut tut, and a chance to tease the aether on behalf of corinne day (give it up for the big love).

well that was one side of things anyway.

so - then an interview with tori amos and she lives in cornwall huh? - oh yes, been there too. there are coves with pieces of me left behind - there are trees with the name of my departed childhood etched deep into the bark.

so - i've nearly forgotten the last insomniac 48 hrs of internet hell chasing hackers and clones and deleting messages supposedly by me.

wytchcroft nearing the end of the project - readies for a transformation...

into what?

from a caterpillar to a - Mothra, i hope - controlled by two tiny grrrls inside a flower.
that'll do nicely. cheers.




current music: The Virtual Beatles - now and then:

the guys that did this must be kinda crazed - but bless:)

related: wytchcroft.livejournal.com/4978.html
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NIFTY

Driving…   
It’s pretty. The road, all long and stretchey - we got the blue sky, little feathery clouds; sunset coming. Cute.
Yep. This is me – driving. Down Mexico way…
There’s a song in that doncha think?
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