Come now and I’ll take you down
To the place by the canal
Where all is quiet, all is still
And the wind is blowing.
Let me make you a fine cake
And pour you a glass of wine,
Come, laugh and enjoy the party
And you will be my darling.
Let’s make a picture for a joke
And laugh and sing
Let’s be happy
By the old dirty waters.
And I will buy you a chair
And you will buy me a ticket,
And we’ll be playing with the big boys,
Darling, please, let us.
Then when the chair is bought
Let’s burn a heap of rags
A million dead men’s bones
Were burnt so long ago.
So come, my darling, let us
We’ll stay alone and quiet
Have the trip of a lifetime
On wine, cakes and real life.
Comments
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This was an interesting piece of work, especially the ending which resembles a ritualistic homage to the dead before enjoying cake, wine, and life. Concepts with which I can relate to are delivered well here.
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