Friday, August 12, 2005

Zimmerbusch

While cleaning out the loftice and packing, I found this verse scrawled on a random sheet of paper. Sing these words to the tune of Henning's "Player Piano."

"He lit a burner on the stove
Approached a one-eyed dwarf for a match
But just like a woman paints the daytime black
It's alright, Maggie, you're a big girl now
Buckets of idiots from the storm
And she heard the chimes of a homesick leopard-skin tambourine roll by"

No memory whatsoever of having written this.

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