V2nd chapter 9 Kalkfontein
Michael Bailey
michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
Wed Oct 13 15:25:33 CDT 2010
There really is a Kalkfontein, but...
Kalk is chalk, and a chalk fountain sounds pretty arid
While a lot of the stuff Profane does in his young fatboy funk is not
so great, I tend to want to root for him, sympathize with him.
Mondaugen, maybe some of the point is we're tempted to sympathize with
him in the same way, to adopt his point of view and excuse his
depredations. Some kind of "chalk fountain" where they are trying to
drink inspiration and coming up dry...like the desert creeping into
Gebrail's family lands...
Eyes Of The World
Right outside this lazy summer home
you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
wings a mile long just carried the bird away.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own.
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
and night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has its seasons, its evenin's and songs of its own.
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