First wanna mention one amazing and I think underrated band - SHOCKING BLUE. Such amazing artists, I have no words, thanks God I found them by chance.Still wonder how can a song created something like 20-30 years ago, be sooo freaking good that we still like it nowadays.Cmon, aren't we children of denial? Seems there are treasures stronger than our stubborness... :) Only can be happy about that.And Mariska.... the perfect woman! Rest In Peace, Beauty!
I'll return later to Shocking Blue.Soon hopefully ;)
Now what I'm aiming for.One great author - William Hughes Mearns! God, thanks God again I watched 'Identity' with the one and only John Cusack( which btw reminds me I should write 1-2 words about Wentworth Miller, Val Kilmer, Sergey Bezrukov and whoever not :D..it's good we atill have good actors :)))
Anyway, here are a few poems by Mr Mearns! Poetry and nothing more to say.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away...
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
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Two Dead Boys
“Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout “Horray!”
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you doubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.”
