Orphic Mystery
Little read blood spilling
Salty pipe cleaner soup
Like a myth
Can't get my story straight
Not even a reliable witness
In my own accounts
Says the taxman
That's too fine*
Spelled out in his letters
Blows and glances
Chopped down again
Turning again
From white to crimson
On the river bank
Trying to make magical flutes from the head
And a shield for next time
As I float along the river with a song
Wind whistling with me through the treetops
Every story seems to be about me
Every sad song's about you
I'm singing songs too for you in ancient capitals
But you're sticking to the lyrics of The Script's new single
Tallesin told it well
The truth remains
Whatever the facts of our matter may be
* My £200 fine from the taxman was later reduced to zero :)
<Deleted User> (6895)
Thu 25th Aug 2011 20:26
Hi .C.B.
liked the rhythm.
took a few readings
to get the gist.
especially liked-
"not even a reliable witness
in my own accounts"
I can relate to that...sshhh!
best to you Mr.B.