White Tulip from Black Hills by The one armed man

Pouring rain on Memory lane
Ocher leaves on the steps
Seventy-eights on the phonograph
Early Jazz you can dance to

“My friends are not his friends”
Says a voice from your heart
“This world is not the worlds”
Says the book in your backpack

Hypertime may gather us
Bunny, get your jetpack, fly to me
From your far-off universe
Whatever earth’s number it might be
One six one o
Two nine five ohhhhh

Messy basement of the cottage
Paperwall turned yellow
Dusty pictures by your great uncle
Of a man with funny hair

“our pope is not their pope”
Said your vicar to her flock
“Life is a trefoil knot”
Sings the ghost of your dad
Hypertime may gather us
Bunny, get your jetpack, fly to me
From your far-off universe
Whatever earth’s number it might be
Two one four nine
Nine two eight ohhhh

Scribbled pi’s on a disused board
Puzzled cat in a box
White tulip in an envelope
Return address unknown

Hypertime may gather us
Bunny, get your jetpack, fly to me
From your far-off universe
Whatever earth’s number it might be
To six one six
Six one six ohhhhh

• 2014
• Blues
• Folk
• Rock
• black hills
• blues
• country blues
• music
• rock
• the one armed man
• white tulip
• Strasbourg