Tuesday, July 20, 2021

We skipped the light fandango

 

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more

Conquistador there is no time, I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret

Across the straits, around the horn,
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course,
And no one left alive.

1 comment:

Kathie Jenni said...

Omg; this version of "Whiter Shade of Pale" gives me chills--well, every version does. This guy surely has been reincarnated from another time and another place. What else could explain his amazing, unique sensibility?

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

  This ran in the Sunday December 24, 2023 edition of the Los Angeles Times and the Orange County Register : July 14, 1955 - November 20, 2...