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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Prince Thomas (the artist formerly known as Dylan)

While I was waiting for an article to download, I got sidetracked and merged AmyJo's Dylan Thomas poem with Prince's "Purple Rain".

October in the Purple Rain

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
I never meant 2 cause u any sorrow
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
I never meant 2 cause u any pain
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
I only wanted 2 one time see u laughing
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain

My birthday began with the water-
Purple rain purple rain
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Purple rain purple rain
Above the farms and the white horses
Purple rain purple rain
And I rose
In rainy autumn
I only wanted 2 see u bathing in the purple rain

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
I never wanted 2 be your weekend lover
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
I only wanted 2 be some kind of friend
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Baby I could never steal u from another
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
It’s such a shame our friendship had 2 end
There could I marvel
Purple rain purple rain
My birthday
Purple rain purple rain
Away but the weather turned around.
Purple rain purple rain
I only wanted 2 see u underneath the purple rain

It turned away from the blithe country
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
It’s time we all reach out 4 something new
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
That means u 2
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy
U say u want a leader
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
But u can’t seem 2 make up your mind
These were the woods the river and sea
I think u better close it
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And let me guide u 2 the purple rain
And the mystery
Purple rain purple rain
Sang alive
Purple rain purple rain
Still in the water and singingbirds.
Purple rain purple rain

And there could I marvel my birthday
If you know what I’m singing about up here
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
C’mon raise your hand
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
I only want 2 see u, only want 2 see u
In the purple rain
O may my heart's truth
Purple rain purple rain
Still be sung
Purple rain purple rain
On this high hill in a year's turning.
Purple rain purple rain

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