Post 1,459 made on Sunday August 24, 2008 at 02:19 |
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SHE WORE A BLACK TIARA, RARE GEMS UPON HER FINGERS AND SHE CAME FROM DISTANT WATERS, WHERE NORTHERN LIGHTS EXPLODE TO CELEBRATE THE DAWNING, OF THE NEW WASTES OF WINTER GATHERING ROYAL MOMENTUM ON THE ICY ROAD.
WITH CHILL MISTS SWIRLING, LIKE PETTICOATS IN MOTION SIGHTED ON HORIZONS, FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS THE LADY OF THE ICE SOUNDS, A DEATHLY DISTANT RUMBLE TO TITANIC-BREAKING CHILDREN LOST IN MELTING CRYSTAL TEARS.
OH, SUNSHINE, TAKE ME NOW AWAY FROM HERE I'M A NEEDLE ON A SPIRAL IN A GROOVE. AND THE TURNTABLE SPINS, AS THE LAST WALTZ BEGINS AND THE WEATHER-MAN SAYS, SOMETHING'S ON THE MOVE.
CAPTURING BLACK PIECES IN A GLASS-FRONTED MUSEUM THE WHITE QUEEN ROLLS ON THE CHESSBOARD OF THE DAWN SQUEEZING THROUGH THE VALLEYS, PAUSING BRIEFLY IN THE CORRIES THE ICE-MOTHER MATES AND A NEW AGE IS BORN.
OH, SUNSHINE, TAKE ME NOW AWAY FROM HERE I'M A NEEDLE ON A SPIRAL IN A GROOVE. AND THE TURNTABLE SPINS, AS THE LAST WALTZ BEGINS AND THE WEATHER-MAN SAYS, SOMETHING'S ON THE MOVE.
DRIVING ALL BEFORE HER, UN-STOPPABLE, UN-STRAINING HER COLD CREAKING MASS FOLLOWS REINDEER DOWN. THIN SPREADING FINGERS SEEK, TO EMBRACE THE SILL-WARM BUNDLES THAT HUDDLE ON THE DOORSTEPS OF A WHITE LONDON TOWN.
OH, SUNSHINE, TAKE ME NOW AWAY FROM HERE I'M A NEEDLE ON A SPIRAL IN A GROOVE. AND THE TURNTABLE SPINS, AS THE LAST WALTZ BEGINS AND THE WEATHER-MAN SAYS, SOMETHING'S ON THE MOVE.
(Something's On The Move - Jethro Tull)
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