We are staying with a large party of people in a lovely old villa near Montevarchi & Bucine in Tuscany. We know that there is the cantine aperte on the 31st but we will all be gone by then.
Cop a load of this Beeryspice. Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin’ high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I Proud ’neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth “Rip down all hate,” I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Girls’ faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. A self-ordained professor’s tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school “Equality,” I spoke the word As if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I’d become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. But you got to hum the Byrds version.
Go boil yer head Fillide....if you can find a pan big enough What's wrong with a bit of frivolity from time to time. Maybe you should come in on a regular basis and tell us when we can be silly and when we have to be serious. If yer don't like it. Don't read it. Why did the chicken cross the road?
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Which bit? I spent hours wearing out my vinyl copy on the gramaphone to get all the words to that damned song. I can't do it all again.
Cop a load of this Beeryspice. Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin’ high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I Proud ’neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth “Rip down all hate,” I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. Girls’ faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizing politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that now. A self-ordained professor’s tongue Too serious to fool Spouted out that liberty Is just equality in school “Equality,” I spoke the word As if a wedding vow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand At the mongrel dogs who teach Fearing not that I’d become my enemy In the instant that I preach My pathway led by confusion boats Mutiny from stern to bow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats Too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now. But you got to hum the Byrds version.
Go boil yer head Fillide....if you can find a pan big enough
What's wrong with a bit of frivolity from time to time. Maybe you should come in on a regular basis and tell us when we can be silly and when we have to be serious. If yer don't like it. Don't read it. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Oh, it seems like it's that time in the evening again.
Naw!!!!! I always go rumpty tumpty tumpty tump, rumpty tumpy, oh yeh toodle..........
thinks that's the archers in'it Al
It could be rumpty rumty rump..
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Didn't realise I was being not nice....here's some smilies
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