Some Schmo wrote:I'd respond to this thread, but I'm busy contemplating my navel lint at the moment, so I just don't have the time.
Aw, Schmo, how many false starts can I endure? I sensed a looking up and away, to the far off distance, where love is lived and not pretended to. Now I can only hear the din of constant mutterings:
me, me, me, me, me my god is my belly
may, me, maw, mo, mu, you, you, you, you, you my god is better than you
Nightlion wrote: blixawas enlightening. You can be my spokesperson anytime. I was singing the Blake poem to that tune of 'Hallelujah' and it rolls pretty well.
The Billy Bragg version I included before is my favorite rendition, but you might also enjoy this one, Nightlion. Its from the 1962 film, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, and is being sung by a group of boys at a borstal.
From the Ernest L. Wilkinson Diaries: "ELW dreams he's spattered w/ grease. Hundreds steal his greasy pants."