The mind-boggling part of the whole experience was when John Frusciante got the stage to himself and sang these words, accompanied by himself (dead-on accurate, to my recollection of the song in question) on the guitar:
What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alleyways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears
Oh I love you, girl
Oh, I love you
Bonus points to the first person who identifies this without a web search on the lyrics (I'll know if you cheat - I have ways!). If you have to look it up that's fine, but don't spoil it for the others - you won't believe it.
The other bit of randomness I have is actually a riff off of my papa's blog and his genius haiku, which put me immediately in mind of this piece of wonderfulness from Mike Nichols which the afore - mentioned papa introduced to me many moons ago:
- "Exhortation"
- You have not, as I, walked
- the silent sleeping streets,
- with streaming eyes, running
- from the women in the windows.
- You have not slid, as I have slid,
- under the seas to see the shells,
- smiling and swimming silently.
- You have not seen the moon
- running along the sky.
- So shut up.
And finally, in the spirit of random poetry, here's the only limerick I ever wrote that was worth a damn:
A limerick is a neat poem.
As soon as I see 'em, I know 'em!
But I fear that I err,
So you'd better beware,
Because I can't remember how many syllables are supposed to go into the final line.
2 comments:
Simon and Garfunkel, "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her", with Art Garfunkel on a gossamer lead vocal that only hints at the genius that would later be fully revealed on "Blame It On The Rain".
*NOTE: I believe that's the correct title of that song, although I tend to get it mixed up with "Kathy's Song" (which is--unless I have them mixed up again--the song where he hears the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls).
Sam beat me to it. Curse this three hours' time difference!
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