• Cordes et Voix





    The Incredible String Band




         




         


         


    The Half-Remarkable Question









    Who moved the black castle
    Who moved the white queen
    When Gimmel and Daleth where standing between?
    Out of the evening growing a veil
    Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail



    There's something forgotten I want you to know
    The freckles of rain are telling me so
    O it's the old forgotten question
    What is that we are part of?
    What is it that we are?



    And an elephant madness has covered the sun
    The judge and the juries they play for the fun
    They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
    And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
    O it's the never realised question



    O long O long e're yet my eyes
    Braved the gates enormous fire
    And the body folded 'round me
    And the person in me grew



    The flower and its petal
    The root and its grasp
    The earth and its bigness
    The breath and its gasp
    The mind and its motion
    The foot and its move
    The life and its pattern
    The heart and its love
    O it's the half-remarkable question.








    Painting Box





    When the morning of your eyes
    Comes waking through my shadows
    Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
    I whisper to the baby
    Raindrops playing on my window,
    And tell them gently this is not
    The time that they should weep.



    For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
    I have every color there it's true.
    Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
    I seem to pick the colors of you.



    My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding
    Dully through this black town,
    Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
    My eyes are listening to some sounds
    That I think just might be springtime,
    With daffodils between my toes
    I'm laughing at their whim,



    And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
    I have every color there it's true,
    Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
    I seem to pick the colors of you.



    Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
    I have every color there it's true.
    Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
    I seem to pick the colors of you.



    The purple sail above me catches
    All the strength of summer.
    Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
    I smile and shake my head
    And say my little ship is sinking,
    But I kind of like the sea that I'm on,
    And I don't mind if I do drown.



    For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
    I have every color there it's true.
    Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
    I seem to pick the colors of you.


         

    Ben voilà ...

    J'espère vous avoir fait plaisir ...

    A une autre fois ?

    Mandragaure


        

      


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