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The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she slew.
Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned.
A mad Mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the realm for a God
Who could teach him the craft of decanting
The glassy entrails of a frog.
The Bard of my birth with his ballet
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For the black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass.
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'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.
Ambassador a heron blue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tales were true
A ragged youth with eyes of glass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise
His shaven skull he etched with ease
The silent scriptures of the trees
His prophecies were You.
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The seal of seasons moved with grace
Love
Upon the Orkney oceans face
Love
She swam and moved
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
Out of the depths she stood before me
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree
It swayed and swum
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
Her night it came and then she hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled
And flew whou
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
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O the throat of winter is upon us
The barren barley fields refuse to sway
Before the Husky hag of early winter
In her hoods of snowy grey.
Winter winter winter
Are you but a servant of the bad one.
Lo the frozen blue birds in the belfries
The bluebells in their hearts are surely prey
Unto the grasping bats-wing of the winter pincer
Hoods of snowy grey.
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Let's get some stones
For Avalon
Let's get some stones
For Avalon
For Avalon.
Let's steal some stars
For Avalon
Let's steal some stars
For Avalon
For Avalon.
Nobody sees what Avalon sees
Nobody sees.
Let's make a quest
For Avalon
Quest for finger cymbal and gong
For Avalon
Nobody knows where Avalon goes
Nobody knows
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Handsome as life
He's our lord and we trust in him
To move like the wind
As our friend and guardian.
The elements and oceans congregate on his brow
And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile.
His chariot legs
Are tree green and autumn brown
His crown of dusk is a glimpse of things to be.
In palaces and temples near the dwellings of man
If he can he'll smile 'cos he's a Royal Crocodile.
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The sea beasts scull the waters
Feeling fear for thee
The hawks that tamed the skies
Wish you so well to be.
A Foal in the fields
With the bless of the hills your
Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys
Ne'er to be bore
By man's claw.
The horned dog guarding grandly
Daughters of the Sun
At night in twilight groves
His pray for you is begun.
You foal in the fields
With the bless of the hills on your
Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys
Ne'er to be bore By man's claw.
The bull of gold that's old
Beyond the songs of man
Keeps watch upon the fates
When they misweave your strand.
O Foal in the fields
With the bless of the hills on your
Shore and you're poor and your sore feetys
Ne'er to be bore
By man's claw.
UFO, UFO you are UFO,
UFO you are UFO,
UFO you are, a colt.
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A box of doves
I placed beside your chest
Liar
A stork of silk
With rubies in its nest
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
A mare of wood
Elder, elm and oak
Liar
Will keep you fair
If you jest me no joke
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
I'm old and bruised
But my fate is that of youth
Liar
Trickster you
Be a grisly dragon's tooth
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese
Witch,
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand.
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Nijinsky Hind is a wisp of our world
Through the heart's eye.
Its horns are white hide
From the skin of our lord
When his youth stood
Wondrous and fair like a sea.
Nijinsky Hind was a remnant of Earth
As it once stood.
A likeness in flesh of the magic
Contained in a pearl's shell
Breathing its breath uniquely.
Nijinsky Hind was begotten
From man's thoughts of kindness.
Its hoofs shod with gold
Are the textures of Earth's distant future
Gilded and tall like a hall.
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Beauty things sing to me
As a chorus
As a flock the wild seas
Sway before us
Hail as a hand is my mail
The thrush is my love
And the whale is a snail
Sailors dance in a trance
On the ocean
Fairy lights in her eyes
Tame the water
With the morn we mount and ride
Pilgrims of summer
The swift is our guide
Dazzle dawn man
Mouthed with a smile
Caution cloud lord
Stay for a while
You make us smile.
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Weeping willow woman
Ladled on the arm
Of the misty coast of Albany
With its charm
Pining pillar of the wild willows end
Womanly waiting
For her manly friend.
A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice
Locked in his tower
By the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhina
With his lips soiled with gold
He dares to loiter
Near our lady bold.
Once a heart was made and cast
In molten love
But t'was in realms of the past.
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Romany soup
I gotta get some ooo
Romany Soup.
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Aah-ha, Aah-ha
Pewter suitor tangled in the bracken,
Dancing daily with his gaily wavy baton,
The wild cat wishing of
The hissing wheels of fortune that are known,
To rise beside us like
A picture painted heartache of the home.
La La La La etc. ....
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Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires,
Light all the fires,
It's the King and he's coming home.
We're so windy fair
Priestess of my young soul
Mighty eagles pair On the peace of your hair.
Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires
Light all the fires,
It's the King and he's coming home.
Doi doi doi
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'Pon a hill a green bird sat
Her owlets in a green felt hat
Her fortune was a wish.
Ambassador a heron blue
Rode on the dawn with kegs of dew
He said his tales were true
A ragged youth with eyes of glass
Was seen dancing upon the grass
His words were winged and wise
His shaven skull he etched with ease
The silent scriptures of the trees
His prophecies were You.
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The seal of seasons moved with grace
Love
Upon the Orkney oceans face
Love
She swam and moved
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
Out of the depths she stood before me
One breath and shells grew on my nut tree
It swayed and swum
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
Her night it came and then she hooked her head
Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled
And flew whou
Just like a prancer
A gypsy dancer
A salty shimmered shell of foam.
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O the throat of winter is upon us
The barren barley fields refuse to sway
Before the Husky hag of early winter
In her hoods of snowy grey.
Winter winter winter
Are you but a servant of the bad one.
Lo the frozen blue birds in the belfries
The bluebells in their hearts are surely prey
Unto the grasping bats-wing of the winter pincer
Hoods of snowy grey.
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Handsome as life
He's our lord and we trust in him
To move like the wind
As our friend and guardian.
The elements and oceans congregate on his brow
And he stalks in style like a royal crocodile.
His chariot legs
Are tree green and autumn brown
His crown of dusk is a glimpse of things to be.
In palaces and temples near the dwellings of man
If he can he'll smile 'cos he's a Royal Crocodile.
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The evenings of Damask are falling
The youth of truth chest
Feeds a starling
With his heart.
A chosen man begged by the wayside
A horse came soon and died before him
And said eat.
The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby's brow and calling
Please come home.
The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan.
A vagabond, a weaver warrior
Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper
And said choose.
My sandled feet are fleet like water
I kiss the limbs of Earthless daughter
A little tree.
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A box of doves
I placed beside your chest
Liar
A stork of silk
With rubies in its nest
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
A mare of wood
Elder, elm and oak
Liar
Will keep you fair
If you jest me no joke
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
I'm old and bruised
But my fate is that of youth
Liar
Trickster you
Be a grisly dragon's tooth
Fire
Of my love
Will burn thee to a wizened word
For ere to go unheard.
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese
Witch,
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand.
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Weeping willow woman
Ladled on the arm
Of the misty coast of Albany
With its charm
Pining pillar of the wild willows end
Womanly waiting
For her manly friend.
A star 'bove the mire is her husbandly choice
Locked in his tower
By the enchanted voice
Of the Starguard Rhina
With his lips soiled with gold
He dares to loiter
Near our lady bold.
Once a heart was made and cast
In molten love
But t'was in realms of the past.
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Romany soup
I gotta get some ooo
Romany Soup.
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Aah-ha, Aah-ha
Pewter suitor tangled in the bracken,
Dancing daily with his gaily wavy baton,
The wild cat wishing of
The hissing wheels of fortune that are known,
To rise beside us like
A picture painted heartache of the home.
La La La La etc. ....
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Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires,
Light all the fires,
It's the King and he's coming home.
We're so windy fair
Priestess of my young soul
Mighty eagles pair On the peace of your hair.
Light all the fires,
It's the King of the Rumbling Spires
Light all the fires,
It's the King and he's coming home.
Doi doi doi
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