impulse
The great explorers
On finding the world still flat
Go the other way.
On the cutting edge,
I could not turn in time
Nor stop galloping.
I skid and tumble,
Lose hold on gravity’s hook,
Dig in these soft claws,
Call for you, unknown
Father, rescuer, lover:
Stop me! Close my eyes!
On finding the world still flat
Go the other way.
On the cutting edge,
I could not turn in time
Nor stop galloping.
I skid and tumble,
Lose hold on gravity’s hook,
Dig in these soft claws,
Call for you, unknown
Father, rescuer, lover:
Stop me! Close my eyes!
posted by Allison at 11:22 AM
3 Comments:
That was entirely worth the wait.
Speaking of explorers, and you being canadian and musically inclined, have you heard Stan Rogers' "Northwest Passage"? Maybe you don't like any folk music, but this one is worth listening to. I am quite onmivorous myself, although I spit out country because it all tastes the same, I'm allergic to disco, and I refuse to unwrap those stupid rappers they put on food lately.
Stan Rogers came from a town called Canso, which is not far from where I live. I'm all too familiar with him! His song "Barrett's Privateers" is our unofficial anthem. Not that I am an especially big fan. But odd that you should know of him in faraway Sverige.
I'm from not so faraway New England originally. I've been here 20 years. Hasn't Stan Rogers been dead even longer? I worked at "The Ironhorse" coffee shop/music café in Northhampton, Massachusetts when they performed there. He's not a favorite of mine either, but I like that song, and one other, The tills behind the plough.I guess its the honesty I like, because he is a bit over dramatic.
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