bichoose (bichoose) wrote,
bichoose
bichoose

Saturday 22nd August 2020.

Do i say greetings to this big white screen before me...do i admit to a glass or two of South African white wine do bubbles flow and how today is the Lemon Drop Kid...in the madness of all this wind blowin in the world. Donavan sings Josie...on I-tunes..and i float back to the sixties. Harmony is a wee bugger.. so too melancholy madness so easy to scribble the words and feel a shrug on the shoulder as i try...to fill up this loud screen before me..i thought love was only true in fairy tales...at that time i was madly in love with the girl next door... was i a beliver or was that fairy tales lost on the wind did the Monkees appear on my black and white Tv Batman was barred from vison as American rubbish so my father told me way back in 1965ish..........scatterd on autumn leaves....and Where Have All The Flowers Gone..Peter Paul & Mary...as England celebrates 150 years of the British Red Cross..Or..Our love Will Grow from the Showmen..a touch of Northen Soul...pulsates across this here machine and the feeling of hope grows across the mind...bouncing across these four walls which hide this ere machine from the world..Arrrhh...Blodwyn Pig..
The Modern Alchemist....if you have read this far and never heard of Blodwyn Pig....spare a few seconds to drift through the vibe...passed down to me by a senior at school back in my boarding school days of 1969-72...Adversity is the first path to trust....so scribbled Lord Byron...i wonder if the word Transvestite was loud and proud in his times....
To all whom pass this way on this saturday night..love and peace take care..xx
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