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letra de the hermit - richard dawson

[instrumental]

[verse 1]
i’m awake, but i can’t yet see
an eager chiffchaff is heralding me
the image starts to form
and the [?] knows
when the beaded shoots go
through the [?] of my [?]
and when the maze [?], as i pass my [?]
vaprous shafts of a burgeoning sun
skewer the forest floor onto a world
fresh-begun, all in the name of the harvest
[?], ever on-rushing plasma
shadows of leaves
mottled by the cleaves
of caterpillars’ hardy mandibles
form a basket weave of blowing [?]
the bluеbells in bud
layman spoke
a scarlet-еmbroidered mantua
descend from elder branches, shined with [?]
to settle onto my body
a little emerald brooch
unclasps itself from moss
to alight upon my breast
i step into a [?]
exquisite replicas of those [?]
the enchantress of numbers
[verse 2]
two swallowed cups
of pureed bilberries
which grow in abundance
by the corn mill ruins
one hungers
for nothing

[verse 3]
now let’s follow
these tracks ever-fallow, dear
sentences of clay leading away from here
out of the [?]
and over a tall [?] vanishes
the black horseshoe [?] tapping [?] into a gossamer veil

[verse 4]
at the heather
tousled crest of yeavering bell
we may enter
a stone-beacon tower
from which the eye may hold
a whole sweep of the kingdom
hazy marshes
crow-pocked copses
patchwork meadows
labyrinthed with hedgerows
gentely declining
to a fluff of woodsmoke
clung to the fringe
of the north sea
the village of beba
where once i lived a fisher
before i was forced to flee
[verse 5]
one fair mother, in a shawl of sorrow
lives, i gathered, in my [?], good graces
from those sucking sounds
did i make my way, dripping, to the kitchen door of the cross-keys?
young charlie [?], the innkeeper’s lad
with the same star-shaped birthmark as his dad
set square on his chin
gave me a shy [?]
[?]
into a pewter trough
the forlorn brewer
lacking ample coin
apoligised with a token of grubs on a stick
and suggested payment take the form
of an upgrade to my visual, perceptual cortexes
back in the throes of my [?]
a [?] chamber
off the cliff-grazing tunnel
beneath the floor
[?]
and disappear
into a dream of [?]
a hundred billion voices echo [?]
still ringing in my ears
as i went, [?] in hand
through the bog of names
upon entering a blossom [?]
i went into total spasm
as a storm of info broke a [?] across my retinas
i came around
to an enhanced perception
of every lifeform
within a ten-yard radius
each throbbed with it’s own aurora
[verse 6]
[?]
[?] drawn to my mind’s eye
[?]
to a plate under a microscope
i [?] as i zoomed among
individual hairs on its forearms and face
i’d stare for a long time into the upper tibia
before they [?], on a [?] of forced death camps
i found i could retrace the history all the way back to manufacture
slippery jar, [?]
[?]
i was amazed
[?] not only their focus since yesterday
but also their myriad [?] tomorrow

[verse 7]
with a burder of redcurrants
and wild garlic at my elbow
i wearily made my way
along [?]
joining the coast road at [?]
up ahead i could see what
looked to be a robot, knelt in the lane
revealed at a higher magnification
as a gilt-clad knight of old
submerged at the waist in unyielding concrete
flailing his arms to a windmill of gold
lifting up the poor soul’s visor
my gaze met with a mask of
vein-popping fury, or was it abject fear
gasping the chivalric oath
then it was over, he split asunder
gleaming armour dissolving to reveal
the apprentice of godwin the whitesmith
a merest sliver of a man
stooped to retrieve the platinum from his mouth
i heard halted hooves in the dust, and the cry:
“murderer”

[chorus: richard dawson & chorus]
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes

[instrumental break]

[chorus: richard dawson & chorus]
tiny cobbles out at sea
a black wall, a cloud in the east
and a taper of rainbow
faintly aglow
amidst the wakes

- richard dawson

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