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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

HYMN TO PAN, DIONYSUS with lyrics



lyrics

The silver light in the streaming rain
The wings of the white gull passing again
The broken-hearted lullaby

At the lakeside lumber drive
I tried to say, "Bella, goodbye,"
But she knows when somethings shaking
Something survives

The Japanese Elm with its leaves of fur
Delights the evening, its branches stir
The lunatic crimson colour of the sun
When day is ending or just begun
Something is rising from below
Something is rising from the smoke
Like a lost horizon and an open boat
Like a green god rising from the snow
And waiting there as the winter blows

Something is calling from the frozen streets
Where the barflies in restaurants nod and eat
Where the smoke is rising from the factories' heat
Steam from sewer tops, signs on the peaks

A neon dancing dime for dime
Gives me weekend passage from the nowhere mine
An hour's respite from the dissatisfied mind
Which hurries the tomatoes and makes the time

Something's rising from below
Something's rising from the smoke
Like a lost horizon and an open boat
Like a green god rising from the smoke
And waiting there while the winter blows

The master magician turns the wheel
So some feel robbed while others steal
And what the red Madonna lost in her zeal
Our white lady of the fields
Speaks without shame in her crystal heels

The Chinese steeple in the white room
Sweeps the streets of the fisherman's gloom
And the priest says something or someone's
coming soon
But when I follow him to his room
And I see him naked by his dark lagoon
And I say, "Hmmm, whatever comes out of a swamp
Might be exactly... what Madonna wants."

And who's to say? there's no telling 'bout taste
What Sunday some will save, others they'll just waste
They'll let the wind waste away
The poppies growing on the dead men's grave
And what sister in her silk skirt gave
Set ships sailing wave on wave

And who's to say? there's no accounting for taste
What Sunday some will save, others they'll
just waste
On Saturday........................On Saturday

I had no more doubts, the river never runs dry
It keeps on rolling deep and willful neath the sky
And dark-haired lady winks at me from the other side
She says if you got nowhere to run you got nowhere to hide
If you're gonna open your arms, open 'em wide
The sky, you see, will accept no disguise
Come swim with me - take that mystery ride

And Oo Oo oo, the days they go
But there's something that that lady of the rocks don't know
Out of the crimson morning of the snow
One forbidden shoot begins to grow
The nightbird screams and the frozen wind blows

Nobody's walking, everybody climbs
Up the ladder of the nowhere mine
And once in a while someone makes a find
Says, " Won't please someone bring me a light?
Is this gold or is this lime?"

And who's to know? There's no accounting
'bout taste
What one day someone will save, others he'll
just waste
On Saturday............. on Saturday

And something's rising from below
Something's rising from the smoke
Like a lost horizon and an open boat
Like a green god rising from the snow
And waiting there while the winter blows.


by William Milne

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