Tekst
Lonely the roses of Avondaire sing as though somebody still may care
They live only for the dream of living so come follow where they will take you there
Lonely the roses of Avondaire sing as though somebody still may care
They live only for the dream of living so come follow where they will take you there
I once was apprenticed to a man who was living
In the eye if the hurricane to know despair
He knew all the dreams by heart just like sailing in a boat of
Crystal silence seeing visions of the world of life within a life
In a turning like a burning came turning
Out of everything stirring and what had begun before
But all wrapped up in one great godly becoming
Tumbling and fumbling and stumbling
Into bumbling and rumbling along
Whirling it and swirling it and twirling it and hurling it
And overturning it and burning it again
I shared a whirling dervish out on the side of a hill called metaphore vivace
Swinging en route to a nascent solar with the scissored visored blizzard wizard
Gizzarding planets and secrets within like an avatar
While meanwhile in turnstyling and spinning over him
Spells bespeaking kingdoms in the dark
Calling me to yield knighting me in a field covered with armies
And with princes, all were signing cannons shining pennants flying
And when he spoke to me he sang and his words really rang
This child of the knowledge of the beauty of the night
He sang to me of masters passing on of father after father after father
Climbing up into the lotus bloom upon the tortoise's back
And of grandfathers who danced through their living a longer time ago
He showed me a palace in time in which all the talismans
From all the zeuses swing upon a pendulum of secrets
In a circle that remembers and when asked a question will surrender
Every secret key to every hero's message
Given to every heart in time
But only known to but a few or so it seems
When I asked of them
What shall I do
To see the god
They only said
The goldenrod
Which grows inside of
Every secret dream you dream
While waiting for the god
It's a symbol from the man in the fire
Ling you the thing you desire
Is a garment that covers the riddle of everything secretly wished for
And of the world of which you are an inheritor
Suddenly the chamber was flooded with light
Hurling me skyward like a meteorite
When I fell to earth
I saw everything in a blur
I saw that time was accelerating in a curve
And the palace in which I had stood
It was flowing, like lava, on acres of
Woodland
Like a pompei-an mountain volcano
Making archipelago
And destroying the planet at fortissimo
Bulldozing everything down
To make room for what
Was a byzantine
A labyrinthine
Knotty mess of
Manifolding passageways
A tangle of confusion
Where the walls made
An asylum of baroque
Like a joke words were spoken
To provoke me and to toss me
Nude and empty to the sea
But I would have none of it
I simply turned my back and walked out
Of the dreamscape
Into landscape
Like a bedroom where I heard that
Lonely the roses of solitaire
Sing as though somebody still may care
They live only for the dream of living
So come follow where they will take
You there
Lonely the roses of solitaire
Sing as though somebody still may care
They live only for the dream of living
So come follow where they will take
You there
So come follow where they will take
You there
So come follow where they will take
You there
So come follow where they will take
You there
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