If I wish to get drunk I knock on the Tavern Door
And if swirling is our pleasure let's dance across the floor
Should you wish to cut me a brand new pair of strides
To Isaac the Tailor ( who plays the fiddle on the side)
In a day I'll be fitted and ready for the street!
Should a hare be our dinner a a’falconing we must go
Gloved hands & hoods and eyes that see from high
Roast hare in Crete for a dinner by the sea.
Should you wish to travel the Silk Road I’m ready as can be
A Triumph Boneville-750cc
See the Mosques of Samarkand, Kiva and Tashkent
Search for Persian Miniatures in dusty streets alone
And worship life for all it has to give.
I”d love to see the Northern Lights with you by my side`
Then frolic in the snow with you-the others went inside,
Smell the lemons on you skin just where you breasts begin,
(at 39.8 you’ll heat the Arctic wastes.)
I’d send you a postcard from the Starbucks at the very end of the Universe
The coffee is disgusting but the Jaberwock makes me laugh,
Let’s plant a garden as in Granada the Moors did do so well
With the tinkling of water and stones in grey slate
An umbrella of Bourgainevillea in 20 shades of violet and orange`
Drink mint tea with orange blossoms, the aroma is divine
Visit Ana in Mathura as the children she saves from hunger squat the courtyard
And swoop down on Shirley in that bizarre land known as LA,
Play Bobby’s Fish Fry in acoustic bleu
Hunt for Gary Snyder as somewhere there his hides.
Visit Penho & Russel and hear the crashing of the sea, surf grandfathers they must surely be-
Climb the rocks of the rivers that rushing to Maringa they fall`
Lets visit Petra, in the desert so wonderfully designed, water cisterns in solid rock and Bedouins to show the way
The Ghil Kabir with it’s swimmers on the walls
Pause in Monasteries be they Augustins or Jesuits, Tantric or just in ruins as they wallow in the jungle creepers of old Ankor Wat
or in Fatepur Sikri with the cobras and sadhus
Lets do it together - you children are of of age
Im on the corner waiting, look outside
,Lets Go.
And if swirling is our pleasure let's dance across the floor
Should you wish to cut me a brand new pair of strides
To Isaac the Tailor ( who plays the fiddle on the side)
In a day I'll be fitted and ready for the street!
Should a hare be our dinner a a’falconing we must go
Gloved hands & hoods and eyes that see from high
Roast hare in Crete for a dinner by the sea.
Should you wish to travel the Silk Road I’m ready as can be
A Triumph Boneville-750cc
See the Mosques of Samarkand, Kiva and Tashkent
Search for Persian Miniatures in dusty streets alone
And worship life for all it has to give.
I”d love to see the Northern Lights with you by my side`
Then frolic in the snow with you-the others went inside,
Smell the lemons on you skin just where you breasts begin,
(at 39.8 you’ll heat the Arctic wastes.)
I’d send you a postcard from the Starbucks at the very end of the Universe
The coffee is disgusting but the Jaberwock makes me laugh,
Let’s plant a garden as in Granada the Moors did do so well
With the tinkling of water and stones in grey slate
An umbrella of Bourgainevillea in 20 shades of violet and orange`
Drink mint tea with orange blossoms, the aroma is divine
Visit Ana in Mathura as the children she saves from hunger squat the courtyard
And swoop down on Shirley in that bizarre land known as LA,
Play Bobby’s Fish Fry in acoustic bleu
Hunt for Gary Snyder as somewhere there his hides.
Visit Penho & Russel and hear the crashing of the sea, surf grandfathers they must surely be-
Climb the rocks of the rivers that rushing to Maringa they fall`
Lets visit Petra, in the desert so wonderfully designed, water cisterns in solid rock and Bedouins to show the way
The Ghil Kabir with it’s swimmers on the walls
Pause in Monasteries be they Augustins or Jesuits, Tantric or just in ruins as they wallow in the jungle creepers of old Ankor Wat
or in Fatepur Sikri with the cobras and sadhus
Lets do it together - you children are of of age
Im on the corner waiting, look outside
,Lets Go.
Dear Saheb, Chalo, Chalo!!!! Whirling, whirling, faster than life .
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