UNKNOWN PLEASURES

Yes, I care if she brings me spring, But don’t care about nothing, She brings the rain, Oh yeah, she brings the rain. In the dawn of the silvery day Clouds seem to melt away, She brings the rain, Oh yeah, she brings the rain. She brings the rain, it feels like spring, Magic mushrooms out of dreams, She brings the rain, Oh yeah, she brings the rain. Cement of Yellow, grey disappears, Flying on the raven’s wing, She brings the rain, Oh yeah, she brings the rain. In the dawn of the silvery day Clouds seem to melt away, She brings the rain, Oh yeah, she brings the rain,

Dances With the Dead by Alex Fradkin

A newly-born lamb suggles up to a sleeping boy. 16th March 1940. (Photo by Williams, Fox Photos, Getty Images)