Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings, well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times -
With kitchen prose, and gutter rhymes.
Oddi wrth y brawd
tip to toe
2 comments:
Never got into Tull before for no particular reason, this seems like a good place to start. Thanks!
and why not. liking your spectral composites at immemorial survivals. kind of post-punk roger dean.
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