Three Watchers
This makes me think of my old Many Few
song (well, more of an intonation):
Rocks
Towering chunks of earth
Dwarf us into ant dimensions
As I dash madly around
The huge boulders watch
Sitting like lazy old men
Conversation unnecessary and silent
I fall over and die
But the solid rocks won't cry.
JN '89
Labels: Feb09
3 Comments:
Hmm, nice to remember. My friend Stephen Hancock has a similar poem, about two rocks making love, slowly and exquisitely, it takes a million years, and in their post-coital sigh, I am born, live and die. Or something like that.
Dave
nice one, johnny. any more song developments from you or the many few?
Glad you dropped in to remember with me Dave. We're practioners of Rock 'n Not-Roll.
Yes indeedy Ian, we've been open-miking over the months, and now our first gig is looming. News is on www.myspace.com/manyfew though I have been meaning to put an item on Elbowroom about it.
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