Путевой дневник

[sestra_kerry]

...My father was a fisherman,
my mama was a fisherman's friend,
and I was born in the boredom and the chowder.
So when I reached my prime,
I left my home in the maritimes,
headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England...

A young girl in a parking lot
was preaching to a crowd,
singin sacred songs and
reading from the Bible.
Well I told her I was lost
and she told me all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival...

Just later on the very same night
when I crept to her tent with a flashlight
and my long years of innocence ended
Well she took me to the woods
sayin' "Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended
I was befriended

Oh, oh, what a night,
Oh what a garden of delight,
Even now that sweet memory lingers.
I was playin' my guitar,
lying underneath the stars,
Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers,
for my fingers...

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_ima_/]

Это тот Саймон, который с Гарфункелем?

[sestra-kerry.livejournal.com]

Он самый :)