the show last night was great. Way to go Electric Organic and Baby Shivers!

I'm sorry I had to leave early. I had to get back to batalling the Bush Gobernment. I would have appreciated a little bit larger croud, but it was nice and cozy the way it was.



William Blake song that I put to music:

MAD SONG

The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling birds of dawn
The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault
Of paved heaven,
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of night,
Make weep the eyes of day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with tempests play.

Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increas'd;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.




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Up on the crest of the world, once more we hurl our challenge to the stars!