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• Artiste: Socrates Drinks Hemloch
• Titre: The Prologue(Golden Afternoon)
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All in the golden afternoon Fledgerly reclined For the both are whores with little skill By little arms are plied While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide All in the golden afternoon Unaccustomed Dottie's eyes to skies so blue and free The size of endless nonsense Girls swimming in the sea I hear their deep yet shallow cries Of blissful ecstasy All in the golden afternoon (All in the golden afternoon) I grew free in such an arbor Meets such dreamy weather To beg a tale of refugee to stir the tiniest feather Yet what can one poor voice avail against Three tongues together Imperious bream of flashes for their edict to begin it In gentler tones so kind I hopes there will be nonsense in it Well Tuccia interrupts the tale not more than once a minute All in the golden afternoon Our hero's face you know although His name seems rather odd You may recall his mother was a muse, his father was a god He fancied dancing with his dream-child in the sunny promenade And when she would twirl how he would swoon All in the golden afternoon And on to sudden silence one in fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land of wonders While the new in friendly chat with bird or beast and half believe it true And ever as the story drained the wells of fancy dry and neatly strove that theory want to put the subject by The rest next time (it is next time) While happy voices cry Thus grew the tale of wonderland thus slowly one by one its quaint events were hammered out and now the tale is done and home we steer a merry crew beneath the setting sun All in the golden afternoon Fledgerly reclined For the both are whores with little skill By little arms are plied While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide All in the golden afternoon (All in the golden afternoon) Where is Alice do you ever stop To listen to the colin (All in the golden afternoon) [x4] Do you ever stop To listen to the colin in the golden afternoon “Our hero's journey begins and he's happy.”