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• Artiste: Alasdair Roberts
• Titre: Under no enchantment (but my own)
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First thing she gave me: Two sprays of old Dog's Mercury Then I knew that this was serious And it was Sirius Who shone upon the road ahead Though light of day was there to hear us All too familiar, all too familiar All too familiar Those brindled hounds behind her heels All too familiar, all too familiar All too familiar The things a road reversed reveals Then she turned away from me in her own cave of gold And so sadly I saw her unfold and unfold Then she turned her face to me and she said with one look “The willow grows ever aslant of the brook Regardless the shape and the heft of your book I was a bee and I was alive But my wings they were strong and they beat for the hive And anything 'round me resembling a drone Just a ricocheted residue of overtone” And this she did say as she leapt o'er the stile “Bridges like this must entirely lack guile It hinges on us, son, to find our own rust, son So give up the gloom, son, just trust, just trust” All this with one look And man, was I spooked! And woman, was I spooked! And boy, was I spooked! And girl, was I spooked! That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy That was true lunacy Like none I'd ever known before That was true lunacy, that was true lunacy That was true lunacy Like none I'd ever known before Last thing she gave me: One dewy sprig of rosemary And half a compass And so I left her, and there I left her Under no enchantment Under no enchantment but my own An empty-handed hunter An empty-handed hunter coming home