Discordance and a cream filled moon
were among the things read in the sky
Dissidents among the jungle
and the light of the urban

Youve been traveling through life at 95 mph
aren't you tired
sit down and have a time in this humble abode
a time of your life I must say

The Hills of Andalusia have known no songs
among which the orgiastic quixotian make his way
The Windmills Churn out the Light
And new Yellow Brings the day

3 Pinches of Strings from Silver
Suns of Red and Gold
Brings the day to a quiver
but we behold