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Xanadu Dreaming
oh Kubla Khan, Kubla Khan, opium pearl majesty
of pearly bird wisdoms, visions, silent dreams too
happy pearly ones, that rise like magic dragon smoke
singeing but a single pubic hair, with fire and rape oil
as I search for god, and pluck a tune upon my ukulele
my pesky troubadour, now choked and dead
tossed upon a volcano, by my own pretty fingernails
the real trobairitz now enters center stage
the one you almost spoke to, admiring my clogs, blogs
the one with a magazine, at the checkout counter
the one with a pretty smile, the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
for years and years and years
of pearly bird wisdoms, visions, silent dreams too
happy pearly ones, that rise like magic dragon smoke
singeing but a single pubic hair, with fire and rape oil
as I search for god, and pluck a tune upon my ukulele
my pesky troubadour, now choked and dead
tossed upon a volcano, by my own pretty fingernails
the real trobairitz now enters center stage
the one you almost spoke to, admiring my clogs, blogs
the one with a magazine, at the checkout counter
the one with a pretty smile, the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the one you know you know
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
the Person from Porlock, Porlock, Porlock
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
admiring your ears, your ears, your ears
for years and years and years
Published 17th Oct 2013
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20th Oct 2013 2:03am
a new and most interesting
voice...hello, -way- up-high,
from way down here.....:)
voice...hello, -way- up-high,
from way down here.....:)
20th Oct 2013 4:43am
20th Oct 2013 12:30pm
I like this structure- the repeated refrain. It recalls traditional folk ballads, which are much neglected now. I like the new view on the person from Porlock and a different allusion, if I get it right, to the Coleridge's opium fuelled writing.
24th Oct 2013 3:25am
homage to the ears, auditory shells, sadly overshadowed by poetic praises to the eyes, lips...
31st Oct 2013 5:49am
This has a timeless appeal that feels like it could have been written as recently as today or go back hundreds of years.
