Wash this blood

She looked charming as she came out in the moonlight. That could not be denied.

Sleepy little eyes, in a sleepy little head; sleepy time is drawing near.

Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown. How could he know we two were so in love? The whole darn world seemed upside down.

I'm alone again. In the walled garden.

The same old tingle that I feel inside, And then that elevator starts its ride. And down and down I go, Round and round I go, Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

But not too fast, whenever the ocean damp will cover you when you have fallen from the masthead, you yourself will place your foot on the ship's mast.

You, me, and her.

I mean his theory is... is that we all don't have to have the same understanding. Different things appeal to different people at different times. And it's not all logical and making perfect sense. But if it's real and true, it links up, and you can connect.

The nightingale, tells his fairytale, of paradise where roses grew.

Do cut your hair during a storm. This will bring luck.

5 May 2019, Late Show

Keep working the sunny side of the river, Doc.

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. This place is not safe. Do you understand?

We are like the dreamer, who dreams, and then lives inside the dream. But who is the dreamer?

How many times do you think you stepped off that train? A thousand? Ten thousand?

Before the revolution, when I was just a little boy, my parents took me to the circus. I wanted to see the elephants... these mighty creatures. They held them in place with a stake. They could tear a tree right out of the ground. And yet, a simple stake kept them in place.